Dance of the Skineater ... FireFly braided her long hair,and swung it over her shoulder with a practiced flick. Rising upwards like the leap of a cat she stretched, Grinned, and grabbed her coffee cup, the smell so welcome on this brisk day. As she stepped out into the dawning light, FireFly was again reminded just how far she had come, and how hard to get here. The morning light gilded the horse herd scattered in the valley below into golden steeds of myth.The rich smells of dew kissed earth rose up to greet her, as FireFly walked, a little orange stump tailed cat wove between her steps. A loud whinney and pounding hooves announced Rain had seen her. FireFly cantered loosely down the ridge line. Intentionally visible to the wagon below. Long blonde hair flowing above a huge black and white spotted horse. her hat slid back to revel level features and haunted eyes...A face as unpredictable as the sky above her. She had already heard the news, the horrible predicament these people were in,The Menace that walked like a man and moved like a ghost was hunting them..Skin Eater. Indian word travels the wind, the story told in a dance of hands and voices that blend and flow as a rush of water. They helped One of theirs, they were owed respect. It was FireFlys own idea to come get them. To offer them shelter at her own ranch. With the protection of a herd of 150 horses spread around it ..no one moved quietly into her space. She could not offer Safety, but she could offer a warning... FireFly rode in, her hands outstretched, the palms out, She halted..close enough for eye to eye contact. The older couple stood together as one , He was Fierce for her .As she began, her voice seemed overloud to her own ears. Unconciously FireFlys hands began a story with sign as she spoke. You need to come with me ..You are known by the People, they have sent me. The Skin Eater follows you..I am offering you My home, My protection, My Guns..I have a better place than here...Her hand swung out to encompass the clearing. I have horses,The huge Appaloosa bobbed his head with her words, 150 of the finest herd on the plains...We move as one, we protect each other, Rain her horse snapped his teeth and shifted his large hooves in the dust...Word already walks the wind you are here...The ghost will know...and We will Know when he does..And where he Walks.. I know of this Man, if that is what you would call him. Others call him different names, yet they all mean the same...What happens when you meet him is the same...My Name is FireFly, at once the horse below her stilled, You need to come with me ..We need to plan this .. They have chosen to live here FireFly dismounted and loosed the cinch pullin the saddle off Rain and tossing it in one fluid motion to the porch rail..His bridle followed. I do not have fences here, we are family these horses and I, it may sound strange to you but we have each other, I would die for them , and they for me . As she spoke a group of yearlings approached and began to check out the wagon. Oh you had best take the wagon into the barn, those kids there are nothing but a pack of mischief on the hoof FireFly grinned and laughed as she was covered in questing noses and soft nickers. Nial , Martha ...I wish you would change your mind, nothing comes in or out of this valley ...nothing can get past all these sentinels. I have plenty of provisions, the Indians will come and keep us apprised of all movement outside. Rest yourselves, She grinned and rubbed her hand down the muscled neck of the wagon horse nearest her ...Their eyes reflect the meadow beyond, their tongues slide in and out across the bit, already tasting the sweet grass of my meadow. The mighty gelding bobbed his head in agreement. You know what is following you ..Let me help ..FireFly looked deep into the older mans eyes, she saw him watch his wife and heard her happy chuckle as a colt pulled at her shawl in a mock tug of war .. For her Nial...do it for her ...
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 23:56:08 +0000
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