Redemption

I have been listen­ing to stor­ies about my tribe. I can still hear the eagle cry over the battle, I can still see the bloody wa­ter of the lake and the tear­ful sunset.

I have heard of a medi­cine wo­man who had been liv­ing in the Ar­buckles moun­tains since the be­gin­ning of time. I was told she had 

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