Cedar Woman (80 page)

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Authors: Debra Shiveley Welch

Lena
was
also
i
n
awe
of
w
h
at
bo
t
h
w
o
m
en
had
en
d
u
re
d
.
She
had nev
e
r
t
h
ou
ght ab
o
u
t
her
unci

s
ligh
t
ni
n
g
s
t
rikes
be
fo
re.
Th
ey
were
a
part
o
f
e
v
e
r
y
d
ay
li
f
e,
n
o
t
h
ing
unus
u
al,
j
u
st
t
h
e
r
e,
li
k
e
t
h
e
c
o
lor
o
f
h
er
h
air
and
the
re
m
arkab
l
e
color
of
h
e
r
eyes.
Her
r
e
verie
was
i
n
ter
r
upt
e
d
at
the
s
o
und
o
f
h
e
r u
n
ci’s
v
o
ice.

I t
o
o carry with
m
e
t
h
e marks of the Wak
i
nyan Zitka,” Reva cont
in
u
e
d.

My
left
ear
no
longer
rece
i
ves
the
sounds
of
Creator’s
birds
a
nd
m
y
right
ear
r
i
ngs
li
k
e
t
h
e
o
l
d
test
patte
r
n
t
h
ey
us
e
d
t
o
h
a
ve.
Y
o
u
kn
o
w
,
with
t
h
e
o
l
d
I
n
dian
he
a
d
on
t
h
e
T
V
s
c
re
e
n
,”
Reva
ch
u
f
fe
d
.
“My
left
arm oft
e
n
h
as
s
p
a
s
m
s
and
m
y
left
h
a
nd
is
we
a
k
.

Reva
co
nte
m
plated
h
e
r
le
f
t
thu
m
b,
b
e
reft
o
f
its last d
i
git.

There
a
r
e n
i
ghts wh
e
n sleep ev
a
d
es
m
e
, and th
e
r
e is often a wea
k
ness on
m
y
l
eft s
i
de,”
R
eva
c
o
n
ti
nu
e
d,
al
m
o
st
t
o
herse
l
f.
Lena w
a
s as
t
o
un
d
e
d
.
N
e
ver had
s
h
e
h
e
ard her unci
v
o
i
ce
t
h
ese
s
ym
p
t
o
m
s,
and
h
e
r ad
m
i
ration
for
the
m
atriarch
increas
e
d
t
re
m
en
dously.

But
enough of
t
h
at,”Reva
announced.
Leaning forward,
s
h
e
p
layf
u
lly tap
p
ed
J
u
lie’s
k
n
ee
with
a
b
on
y
fin
g
er.

I
wonder
i
f we are
relat
e
d.
What
Oyate are you fro
m
?
"
"Pes
l
a,
f
r
om
o
v
er
a
ro
u
n
d
Br
oth
e
r
ho
o
d
.
I'm
one
o
f
t
h
e
Y
o
u
n
g
B
ear c
o
usi
n
s." J
u
lie
re
p
lied.
"He
y
,
so
m
e
of
y
our
Ti
y
o
s
p
i
y
e
are
f
r
om R
o
seb
u
d
ya
?
M
o
st of
m
ine are
t
o
o
,
a
n
d
I have
s
o
m
e
fa
m
ily over on Pine
Ridg
e
,
alt
h
ou
gh we
try to ov
e
r
l
o
ok
t
h
at,
ennit!
N
o
t
all
of
us
c
a
n
be
Sican
g
u
s
,
"
72
R
e
va
g
r
in
ned
as J
u
lie r
o
lled
h
er eyes.
"
M
y
m
o
t
h
er
p
assed
on
t
h
e
n
a
m
e
of
W
a
m
b
l
i
G
l
esk
a
73
to
m
y
son," s
h
e
c
on
tin
u
e
d.
"He
w
as
n
a
m
ed
in
hon
o
r
o
f
h
is
g
r
eat
g
ra
n
dfat
h
e
r,
Nat
h
a
n
iel S
p
o
t
ted
E
a
gle. Are
y
ou
o
n
e of his
O
y
at
e
?

Ju
li
e
no
dd
e
d
a
n
d s
m
il
ed.
“Y
e
s
U
n
ci,
he
i
s
m
y great
-U
ncle
.


Oh
an
!
Li
l
a
Waste!”
e
x
clai
m
ed
R
eva,
clasp
in
g
h
e
r
h
and
s
t
oget
h
e
r. "I
knew we
w
e
re
related"
she
crow
e
d.
"
Yo
u
have
a
s
tro
ng
r
ese
m
b
l
ance
t
o that
fa
m
il
y
!"

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