Wednesday, September 8th, 2010

Climbing Bear

Climbing Bear by Sequoyah.

I woke up and realized I was not alone in my sleeping bag. I raised up on an elbow and looked into the face of an Indian, an Indian no-one except his mother would call handsome–and I wasn’t sure about her. Hell, I loved the man with all my Indian heart and even I would have difficulty calling him handsome if I were objective, but objective I was not…

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