“We'll make leadplant tea instead of coffe.Just tell them it's imported." Jesse whispered. "Mama,you taught me never to lie," LisBeth chided. "Well,it is imported-from the prairie!” — 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
