Authors: Debra Shiveley Welch
with
h
er
to
t
h
e
h
ou
se.
E
n
ter
i
ng
t
h
e
b
e
dro
o
m
,
s
h
e
l
o
cated
the
ea
g
le
p
l
u
m
e
M
ary
ti
ed
t
o
P
e
t
er’s
h
a
i
r
d
u
r
i
ng
t
h
e
i
r
w
ed
d
i
ng
c
e
re
m
on
y
.
A
p
i
pe,
g
i
v
e
n him on
C
h
rist
m
as
by
t
h
e
Coun
t
r
y
m
an’s
(
o
ne
o
f
his
f
av
o
r
ite
possess
i
on
s)
, a
n
d
a
whittli
n
g
k
n
ife
she
ga
v
e
to
h
im
for
h
is
b
irth
d
ay,
went
i
n
t
o
t
h
e ba
s
k
et as
well.
Finally,
she
s
e
lected
a
pic
t
ure
of
herself,
her
m
o
ther,
a
nd
the
three of
t
h
em toget
h
er,
a
n
d
a
dd
e
d
t
h
em to
the
collection.
T
h
ese
it
e
m
s,
so
plain a
n
d
see
m
i
ng
l
y
of
little
v
al
u
e,
wo
u
l
d
go
i
n
t
o
t
h
e
m
e
d
i
ci
n
e
bu
nd
l
e
t
h
at Zit
k
a
M
ine
comm
anded
s
h
e
m
ake.
Later
t
h
at
e
v
e
n
in
g
,
Le
n
a
we
n
t
to
t
h
e upstairs
b
e
droom
o
f
t
h
e Country
m
an’s
hous
e
.
She
c
a
lled
it
“the
r
e
d
roo
m
”
because
e
v
eryth
i
ng was
r
e
d.
P
a
p
e
red
in
red
r
o
s
e
s,
t
h
e
r
oom
b
o
asted
an
airy
a
t
m
o
sph
e
re,
not
unli
k
e
y
o
u
wo
uld
feel
in
a
ro
se
ga
r
d
e
n
.
A
dres
s
er,
pai
n
t
e
d
in
i
ndi
a
n
r
ed
,
u
po
n
w
h
i
ch
sat a
p
it
cher
crad
l
ed
w
it
h
i
n
a
m
a
t
ch
i
ng b
o
w
l
,
a
n
i
r
o
n
b
e
d
a
n
d a
w
a
r
d
r
o
be pa
i
n
ted
i
n
t
h
e
sa
m
e rich sh
a
d
e,
w
ere
t
h
e
o
n
ly
f
u
r
n
ish
i
ng
s
.
Pict
u
res
o
f
ancest
o
rs
g
raced
t
h
e
walls,
and
Le
n
a
was
p
o
siti
v
e
t
h
at one
of
t
h
em
was a
wo
m
an of
the
Chey
e
nn
e
.
Lena
lov
e
d
th
i
s
roo
m
,
and
e
n
joy
e
d
playing
in
it
on
the occasions wh
e
n
t
h
e
C
o
u
n
t
r
y
m
ans
o
f
fer
e
d
to bab
y
sit,
b
u
t she was not
up h
e
re
to play toda
y
.
T
oday
she h
a
d
i
m
portant
wo
rk to
d
o
.
Lena
cut
the
rawh
i
d
e
to
the
size
she
ne
e
d
e
d
,
leav
i
ng
e
nough
to
act
as
a
tie.
Placing
t
h
e
objects
she’d
s
e
lected
into
the
m
iddle,
she
wrapp
e
d it
caref
u
lly,
and
tied
it
with
t
h
e
reserv
e
d
r
a
wh
i
d
e.
T
h
e
medicine
bundle was rea
d
y.
Le
n
a
sat u
p
on
t
h
e
f
l
o
o
r,
t
h
e bundle
i
n
her
lap,
and prayed
t
o Creator:
“
Creato
r
,
t
h
is
i
s
C
ed
a
r
Wo
m
an.
I
a
s
k
t
h
at
y
o
u have
pity
o
n
m
e,
as
I
a
m
p
itif
u
l
a
n
d
s
m
a
ll
a
n
d
wea
k
,”
s
h
e
i
n
to
n
e
d
,
re
m
e
m
b
ering
h
e
r
m
o
t
h
er’s prayer in
t
h
e
s
weat
lodg
e
.
“
I c
o
m
e to
y
o
u in
hu
m
ili
t
y, and
ask for
t
h
e life of
m
y fat
h
er.”