“The stormy black sky had faded to dark gray, and in the distance white, billowing clouds blew across the prairie. They began racing one another, tossed by the wind, and the sun shining on them made them appear a brilliant… — 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,… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share Image
“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… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share Image
“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… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share Image
“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… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share Image
“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… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share Image
“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… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share Image
“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… — Stephanie Grace Whitson Copy Share Image
