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The storyteller stood before the small group of The People. They always gathered hear to the things he had to say and learn their history, and future storytellers would one day pass the tales down to their grandchildren.
His hair turned gray years ago. Two feathers and an animal tail swung with the breeze near his right ear. No one knew his age. He did not even know himself. Unlike many others his age, this man still stood tall and straight. His skin was dark and weathered like a deer hide that had seen too many rains.
The People respected their storyteller and gave him their rapt attention as the he finished his tale.
"And...so then once the Hare out smarted the Fox, the Fox realized Hare won. Fox would be again hungry this night in his den."
Everyone stirred at once, some laughing, some smiling, and some with hoots of excitement.
"Tell us more, Storyteller." Someone in the crowd asked.
"Yes, please, please do!" Another voice added.
The old man weathered eyes looked though the crowds while he tried to determine the next tale to tell.
The young brave Eagle, in the past heard only parts of the story he was about to request, and he wanted to know everything.
please tell us the story of Wolfkeeper's woman they called Ghostwoman," he
"Ah, yes the Ghostwoman.” The Storyteller knew the tale extremely well. Parts of it he had never, nor would he ever, repeat. These parts remained locked deep in his heart, and they would stay there forever. But, he would tell it. Enough so those listening would learn what personal sacrifice and love can
"Some would say it was a very sad story, my son. Are you ready for tears? Others would say that it tells of the great love that a mother holds for her child.
Then other might it's about a brave warrior that followed his heart.I will tell you of Wolfkeeper's Ghostwoman, and you can decide for yourself."
A hush settled over his audience, the old man continued, "The day promised to be the most beautiful, so far that spring..."
Chapter 1 April 1845
“I love spring. It's promising to be a beautiful day.” Cassie declared for her ears only as she stepped outside onto her porch. It was a promise that would soon be broken.
Cassie leaned against the doorframe of her five-month-old split log cabin. Unconsciously, she wiped her hands on the sides of her apron trying to remove the last traces of flour that remained from the preparation of the biscuits, she just pulled from the oven.
Her eyes squinted when the sun's glaring rays hit her face, instinctively her left hand rose to shield her light brown eyes.
“Breakfast." Waving, her hand to get their attention. She was aware they were still too far away to know what she said. They both waved back picking up their pace. She knew they understand her.
reakfast now waited inside for her husband and their neighbor. All that remained was to get their attention. She observed two figures moving at the bottom of the gully her husband Frank and neighbor Todd. They started to scramble up the slope toward the one room home.
The two men had been up before dawn, fixing Frank Clark's pigpen, again. One of the little creatures was an escape artist. This was the third time it had broken out. Fortunately, it
did not ramble too far away. The pigsty, now repaired with the animals secured, everyone hoped for the last time. The friends were ready for their well-earned breakfast.
"Frank, your wife sure can cook. I can smell her biscuits and bacon from here. Wanna race?"
"When we first got hitched all she did was burn water.
Thanks to Mary Lou and your Becky, I am a well-fed, happy man... One, two, three, Go!"
Cassie smiled when the two grown men started
running. On seeing them scramble breathlessly up the hill apparently another contest had begun. At first, they ran neck and neck then suddenly, Todd fell. She started to laugh thinking he decided to be funny.
When Todd didn't rise to continue the race, Cassie grew a little concerned if he had injured himself. She heard Frank shout something at her. Her husband now began to move faster up the hill toward their cabin. He collapsed not twenty feet from her, his arm reaching out in vain to warn her. Instantly, the sound of laughter died in her throat. She watched a red stain spread rapidly across the back of her husband's blue-checkered shirt. Three arrows protruded from his back as he lay unnaturally still.
The noise became deafening. ........
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