I have created something and let it loose upon the world. Whether it was my right to do so or not, I cannot say. At times I am filled with love for my creation. At others I am filled with regret and h...
There were no stars, only the darkness and an arctic chill that had intensified since the first thin, blood-red stripes of sunrise shimmered on the ocean’s horizon.
The Sleepin’ Fox Catches No Poultry.
Rainbow Cloud strode forward like a hunting cat with the same strength of height and broad shoulders, the same rolling gait as First Light’s father. They were indeed the same man, split in two at birt...
We live in a complicated society, Bromley—one that is changing and which does indeed need to change. But do you not think any change must begin within our own family gathering?
Do not fret, my brother, my child. For the buffalo will roam the plains once more.
I refuse to believe the people of Texas and all Americans in the world have forgotten us.
No words in our ledgers could do justice to this sublime beauty,” Captain Lewis said. “The expedition should have brought a camera obscura.”Peter wasn’t familiar with the words, but no matter. He knew...
West Point—The Key to the Continent and Independence.
We must love our slaves, Papa. We must love them as hard as we are able.
The Day of Trouble is Near
We the People . . . The People of the Long House.
One large cat bounded up the side of the outcrop to stand in full view on an overhanging boulder. She stared down at them, inside their protective enclosure, tilting her head from side to side. Her sc...
The other Clans will soon arrive. The greatest times of our family are before us. And so are the darkest.
The Sun Dagger appeared on the rock face directly above the Shaman’s shadowed head. It dazzled within the shade as the sunlight slipped through a gap in the overhead slabs. The dagger cut slowly down...
Do you understand the meaning of the soil beneath your feet?
This is a time of change,” the Shaman said. “This is a time of enormous power.
For whom do you cry, my son?” the Great Spirit asked.“I do not know.”“Yes, you do.
The early morning sunshine shot up the ice-covered valley. It glinted off the backs of slumbering mastodon, reflected between the antlers of caribou.
Thunderbird ascended on the heady currents of air that bore her high above the vast landscape of Túwaqachi. She stretched her broad wings, the heat lifting her through the silence, her glossy brown fe...
