He Bit The Nape Of My Neck

Mercy Is Not A Proper Indian Name."..........."rash Coyote Who Runs With Wolf. We Could Shorten It To Dinner Woman.

My Mother Was A Children's Librarian. I Remember When Traditional Stories Were Revised For Modern Audiences Until They Bore Only A Nodding Acquaintance With The Originals, But Were Released As 'authentic Indian Stories' When They Were, In Fact, Nothing Of The Kind.

He'd Woken Up After Flying From Boston To Montana To Find His Da Cooking Breakfast For Them: Sausage And Pancakes Shaped Like Deer. It Wasn't Just Any Deer, Either - They Looked Like Bambi From The Disney Cartoon. Charles Didn't Want To Know How His Father Had Managed That

A Man's Immortality Can Be Found In His Children.

It Is The Way Of Mortals. They Fling Themselves At Life And Emerge Broken.