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More Than An Elk Hunt

“Is this really happening?” I asked myself as I edged nearer the side of the mountain. The scream of the wapiti cut through me like a knife and startled me into action. I knelt and drew back my bow,...

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Scream Of The Eagle

The warrior scanned the dust on the horizon from the cliff overlooking a small, winding canyon, enclosed on both sides by jagged walls of stone. He knew that they had to come through the old trail; it...

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Summers On Legend Lake

You would think that as a year-around resident of Legend Lake, I would enjoy living on the beachfront during the summer. But I loathe the weeks from Memorial Day to Labor Day. The summer season begins...

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To The Clouds

Deedra looked at her fingernails, then at mine, as if to distract herself. I moved in close and put my arm around her. She put her head down and her hair fell over her face. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed. I...

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Without Apology

January Wiótehika Wi Hard Moon February Cannapopa Wi Moon when the Trees Crack with Cold March Istá wicayazan Wi Moon of the Sore Eyes April Wihákaktacépapi Wi Moon when the Wife Had to Crack Bones for...

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Automatic Pilot

During the winter a couple of years ago, I used to drive my children back and forth from Rapid City to Pine Ridge so they could attend school at Red Cloud. One weekend, on the way to Pine Ridge, my van...

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Life After Death

In 1997, I was in a car accident with my step-dad, Gerald Wayne Smith, who died. The accident happened between 1:30 a.m. and 2:00 a.m. on a Thursday night, after he came to the Four Bears Casino to...

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The Speed Of Pain

The hum reverberated in his mind, a hum that seemed to vibrate down his spine. His jaw spasm made his teeth chatter and grind, occasionally locking up shut. But he had some opiate painkillers in his...

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Frida Kahlo

Suffering, Pain, and Defeat were never present The brilliance of her shiny black hair flowing across her chest Hand-stitched traditional Mexican dresses of turquoise-blue Seeing the brilliance of azure...

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Birthmark

Homeland? On my ankle, a clawing of skin. Mud? No. I was born with it. A bit of soil. And I stole it (back). Permanent insertion: under the skin. Used my cousin’s frog dissection kit from 7th period...

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