Prairy Storm by lookoo
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Kansas, August 1874.
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Always on the run.
Almost ten years
since Sand Creek.
Ten years
since they butchered my beloved husband
and all my family
before my eyes.
Ten years
since I killed the first Ve'hoe
when he tried to rape me
among the dead and the dying.
Ten years
since I became a warrior.
I found love and hope again
and have been fighting back ever since.
I married again.
I bore and raised three children,
Maheo alone knows how.
I became a keeper of the Sacred Arrows.
My heart has become hard.
My life is revenge
while the world is falling apart
and the spiderpeople are weaving
their ever tighter web
around us.
Our bodies are starving
and our hearts are bleak.
I must be strong.
I must care for the little ones.
How much longer?
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Mo-Ca and Good Woman are riding back to the main body of the band led by Medicine Water, Mo-Ca's new husband. They are the only woman warriors among a band of 19 warriors. They are among the last free Southern Cheyennes. There will be more fighting. But there won`t be another summer on the prairy for them. They will die young.
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Characters and circumstances are historical, not ficticious. Why invent things when the real lifes of real people humble all fantasy?
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Comments (3)
lookoo
I know, this picture is somewhat lacking in detail and not really finished and may be of little interest to most but I felt like doing and posting it now. It was exactly 16 years ago that I spent some time as a teenager in the middle of Kansas that the images of Native American Woman Warriors all of a sudden took shape in my head. It may have been their spirits themselves which spoke to me since nothing at all I saw in this little Town of Skandinavian Settlers could have reminded one of their heritage. The prairy was largely defaced by extensive farming and erosion and not the slightest thing Native was present in this perfect Middle America. But the spirits were still to be felt if not understood by the little teenager I was. I took these spirits into my heart and they have stayed with me ever since.
kjer_99
Did that little Kansas town happen to be Lindsborg? I was raised north of Salina in Ottawa County. The Kansas prairie had a similiar effect on me, as well. I got very interested in plains native American cultures; especially, Pawnee, Lakota, and Cheyenne. I'm adding this to my favorites too.
lookoo
Yes, this was Lindsborg were the Kansas Pacific Railway meets the Smoky Hill River. The country of the Hotamitaniu aka Dog Soldiers.