“She told everything as quickly as she could, stringing sentences together the way she had when she was a little girl. By the end of the tale,she found herself defending her mother,angry at the world that made it necessary for… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share Image
“We are becoming like the mound of earth that rises from the waters of the Moonshell. All around us the white men swirl, taking… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share Image
“Among the people, it is the custom for a new wife to make moccasins for the husband's mother. When the mother accepts the gift, she welcomes the new wife into the family." Jesse blushed at the message her innocent gift had sent to the old woman. Rides the Wind watched Jesse carefully as he concluded, "My mother accepts the gift… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share
“Walks the Fire is a good woman. She is white,but she has been among you for many years now.She was a good wife to Rides the Wind.She is a good mother to me.I remember your tales of how he hunted after she walked the fire to save Hears Not.When she was well, he held a banquet in her honor.You were… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share
“He told stories to help Two Mothers overcome childish fear. "Now,my son, why do you fear the storm? It is only the warriors of thunder and lightning. When you are tempted to be afraid, remember that God tells the lightning where it may go.Pretend that the noise and the light are from two warriors called Thunder and Lightning. They ride… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share
“the Sioux did not rejoice. Too many of their own had been lost that day. When” — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share Image
“What is this strange touch?" With a start, Jesse realized that Rides the Wind had awakened. He lay watching her closely.Feeling shy she pulled the buffalo robe up under her chin, answering softly, "My people say 'kiss.'" "And who gives this 'kiss'?" "Parents to children, husband to wife." "Show me." As he said it he leaned toward her. Jesse obediently… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share
“Cooper took his hat off and swiped his forehead. Finally he spoke. "Well, Frank, to my mind, what a woman does or doesn't do… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share Image
“I was preparing your dress,Walks the Fire, but my son is impatient. He woke me this morning and said there was to be a… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share Image
“happy. I’ve never seen such a look of peace and love on a woman’s face.” Augusta’s” — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share Image
“MacKenzie surveyed the nearly finished quilt. "What's the name of this pattern, Mrs. King?" he asked. "Princess Feather," Jesse answered. Taking LisBeth's hand in his own, MacKenzie asked, "Would it be presumptuous of me to ask if you had planned to add this quilt to LisBeth's hope chest?" Jesse looked up at the couple and grinned. "I could be persuaded… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share
“For many years,Rides the Wind cared only for Walks the Fire. Together they read this Book she speaks of.My daughter has told me of this.Walks the Fire would tel the words in the Book. Rides the Wind repeated them,then he would tell how the words would help him in the hunt or in the council.Walks the Fire listened as he… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share
“This is nothing, Walks the Fire. My anger came when you would not speak of your sadness.I thought you longed for the whites,that you cared nothing for us,that you feared telling me.To have many sons would be a wonderful thing. I cannot lie about that.But if having many sons means I must take another woman, then I would choose no… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share
