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Spark of Life

“I’ll not be left here.”

“She speaks and, with stern words at that, Chin!”

Xheng’s eyes widened.  It was the first sentence Amarelle had spoken. The Captain relieved Amarelle of her abusive captor, the Preacher, almost a fortnight ago but she’d fallen into a mute silence after being rescued. He noticed a spark of life in her eyes.  Stiffness in her stance fore told a stubborn determination to have her way in this discussion.

“You are still too weak for a voyage over the ocean to the Canada’s, Amarelle,” Chin spoke his words softly and carefully so as not to cause the girl duress.

“I’ll not stay!” Amarelle stated with forceful intent.

“Well, she’s correct in thinking she can’t stay Chin!  The moment we are gone the Preacher will be claiming her once again and we can’t have that.  Gather up what tinctures you can for her and all the cheese, fat meats and bread makings you can to get her weight up while we journey.  Then procure some proper foot wear and clothing for the girl. She will be relegated to the Captain quarters while we sail.”

Smith gave Amarelle a quick once over.  The girl, although healing, was frail.  Outward bruising had disappeared but she had not overcome the trauma she’d endured at the Preacher’s hands.

“Deny her nothing Chin. Take her with you to gather her needs.  I suggest you hurray we leave on the tide come morning light.” (more…)

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You’re being watched…

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Vultures

Vultures – Chapter 2

Vultures – Chapter 3

Vultures – Chapter 4

Vultures – Chapter 5

Whispering Leaves

 

Vesta sat cross-legged near a grove of red willow and weaved a basket from their flexible stripped branches.  In this basket, she would carry any collected red bark back to the settlement.  The medicinal properties of the bark were much needed to subdue fevers, aches and pains during the outbreak of the springtime influenza which the colonies residents were now suffering. (more…)

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Never allow someone else’s idea of who you are to impede your growth,

Sway uninhibited to the rhythm of your heart and rise,

Even wild flowers on the Badlands let their true colors shine,

The most unique version of your self is wild and free.

 

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Some of the best things that happen,
are the ones you never thought could.

                          Rob "Shoe" Glenesk

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The North American Buffalo (Bison) Calf;

Otherwise known as a Bobblehead…

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Vultures

Vultures – Chapter 2

Vultures – Chapter 3

Vultures – Chapter 4

Retribution

 

In spirit form, Nell lingered unseen and unheard while Vesta gathered willow bark for her benefactor.  She listened somewhat bemused as her apprentice invoked the ‘Power of Three’ then hurled words like poisonous darts from her mouth; words which were aimed at the Preacher.  Vesta and Amarelle were both still her students – even though neither could see her while she was in spirit form; Nell could guide them.  Her protégés, Vesta and Amarelle had both taken an oath.  They had sworn not to use their ‘powers’ to cause fear or harm.  However, Amarelle did deserve justice.  Perhaps, just this one time, she could let Vesta’s slip-up pass.  In a way, she wished she’d used such ingenuity for Amarelle’s justice.  Perhaps, this faux pas was more of a spell than a curse and one that she agreed was for the “good of the whole!”  As Nell faded away into the ethos she realized that Karma alone would decide the positive or negative results of this spell on Vesta and the Preacher.

 

His name was Xheng but no one could pronounce it properly.  They just referred to him as ‘Chin.’

Xheng was a sensei; a teacher but he had not yet achieved status of senpai – master of the healing arts as he had been taken hostage by pirates who invaded the shores of his homeland seeking slaves to sell.  When Captain Smith came upon the pirate ship called Black Betty, they’d done battle.  Xheng was one of the few survivors of the sunken Black Betty. He had been hauled aboard the rescuing ship by none other than the Captain himself.  Xheng had always been a fast learner.  He could speak some broken English.  “You heppa me?” he’d questioned the intrigued Captain.

Captain Smith was a scholar and gentleman.  Xheng dubbed ‘Chin,’ and Captain Smith became friends and colleagues on their voyage toward the America’s where they sailed to colonize a new land. (more…)

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This golden flower is known as a buffalo bean, prairie bean, golden banner and prairie pea.  These flowers  bloom during 

late May or early June. The buffalo bean can be found in open sandy areas of the prairie and aspen forests where water tables are high. 

The golden bean flowers were once used as a cure for stomach disease and its roots used as a horse medicine.

Dye was made from the yellow flowers and used by the First Nations People to color arrows and skin bags.

Most importantly, the appearance of this golden pea-like flower was used as a form of phenology (study of nature) by the First Nations People because upon its arrival, the spring hunt for buffalo bulls could resume.

 

Warning:  The pea shaped pods of a buffalo bean should never be consumed as they are poisonous!

 

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Prairie Smoke

I don’t mind spotting this type of smoke on the prairie!

This little flower is called, ‘Prairie Smoke.’  Otherwise known as Geum triflorum, three flowered avens or old man’s whiskers.

The flowers on this perennial herbaceous plant bloom from mid-spring to early summer. 

They grow wild on the prairie but you can also purchase them from your local greenhouse and plant them as perennials in your flower garden.

Native Americans and early settlers once used the root from the Prairie Smoke to treat colic, fever, coughs and stomach ailments with tea made from its roots. 

It was even used in the treatment of Tuberculosis (TB) an infectious disease that affects the lungs and other parts of the body.  

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Vultures

Vultures – Chapter 2

Vultures – Chapter 3

Vesta

Vesta wandered along the creek and wove amongst budding trees and bush in search of the red willow her ‘ami,’ had sent her for.

Once boiled with water and ingested, the red bark of willow became a remedy which would lower fever and reduce pain; a much needed medicine at this time of year when the weather was unpredictably hot or cold.

Vesta noticed the creek started to bend just farther east from where she stood. Beyond the bend, an alcove would shelter her from a cool spring breeze that blew through this shaded area of burly twisted tree trunks.  There a few feet beyond that bend lay a meadow surrounded by thick bush and willow tall enough to block any wayward wind.  Vesta stepped briskly toward the bend up ahead, eager to shake loose her brown woolen cape and carefully coiffed hair. How she looked forward to these rare moments of freedom away from the confines of the community where she felt like such a hostage.  Out of mortal fear, she’d been forced to camouflage herself amongst them – those she described as, ‘murderous vultures.’  She deliberately dressed in dowdy colors like they did; browns, grays and blacks were colors that more often than not kept one unnoticed among the colonies vultures.  Still, she liked ‘tiny pretty things’ and would don a small sparkly necklace or pin that could be easily covered if necessary when prying eyes cast their umbrous  glances in her direction. (more…)

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