Prologue To A Dream
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"When my Mother gave me birth, the Great Mystery gave me life. My early years taught me the way of a free heart, and it was then not knowing the ways of this world, I became forever a spirit trapped in the Borderlands."
I'm not sure when it all started, maybe around nine or ten, or more probably five or six, like I said I'm not sure. What I do know, is that by the time I started reading about such men as Thomas Jefferson, Lewis and Clark--and even more so the free breed that came later, Manuel Lisa, Bridger, Smith, Jackson and Sublette, and of those already there, Washakie, Crazy Horse and the others (renegade whites and Indians alike) of that forgotten frontier era, it was already too late for this foolish modern indoctrination to fully take hold.
For when you smell the smoke of those fires, hear the howl in your soul, there is no compensation this supposed civilization can offer to satiate such stirrings. When it calls one has no choice but to follow their heart and break free. |
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