women warriors

Strike Aside the Sacred Dawn, a vignette of a Native American Story

Only a few hundred paces from Black Wolf’s camp, Lozen returns from her morning prayers.  The woman warrior pauses, taking in the movement in the trees.  She sniffs at the cool air.  There is an unnatural silence in the woods – the mourning dove is not cooing, the squirrel is not chirping. Continue reading

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