Eye of the Storm
“Out in the sun, it felt more like 105, but the lack of humidity made it bearable. Stormwalker welcomed all of it, even the hot wind caressing his face. In a cloudless sky the color of a robin's egg, an eagle rode a thermal, its great wings spread and motionless as it glided at the apex of an invisible column of heated air. His heart lifted in his chest and he smiled. Perhaps wanbli's presence was a good omen.
"I sure could use the help," he said softly.
He watched for a moment or two longer, th...en saddled his old horse. When they'd both been a lot younger, he'd given the animal the old Lakota name, Sunka Wakan: Holy Dog. He was old now, and soon would be unable to carry anyone but a small child. Though he let the animal move at his own pace, a small rasp sounded deep in the horse's belly. When Stormwalker spoke to him, Sunka'kan pricked up his ears and lifted his head proudly, as if to say, "There's still some life left in this old body." They crossed the gently rolling countryside covered with tall prairie grasses turned gold and russet and pale brown by the summer's heat and lack of rain.MoreLess
"I sure could use the help," he said softly.
He watched for a moment or two longer, th...en saddled his old horse. When they'd both been a lot younger, he'd given the animal the old Lakota name, Sunka Wakan: Holy Dog. He was old now, and soon would be unable to carry anyone but a small child. Though he let the animal move at his own pace, a small rasp sounded deep in the horse's belly. When Stormwalker spoke to him, Sunka'kan pricked up his ears and lifted his head proudly, as if to say, "There's still some life left in this old body." They crossed the gently rolling countryside covered with tall prairie grasses turned gold and russet and pale brown by the summer's heat and lack of rain.MoreLess
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