Kamama and the Cowboy (Prose)

She had the physique of a greek Goddess olive sun-toned skin from heritage past her pearly smile both warm and inviting vulnerable and innocent as that of an infant child named for the butterfly her spirit yearned to be free to soar beyond the dreams her ancestors were denied she saw the eagles with wings of silver soaring, hovering over mountainous teepees attracted by the light and myths of old the journey began on her 21st udetiyisgv...... He was ruggedly handsome with a chiseled physique just as tall on the ground as he was in the saddle living life the way he rode hard and recklessly with little regard for anyone including himself years on the circuit became dreams unfulfilled yet he remained branded with false hopes....... their attraction was immediate which few could understand the results were predictable as clear as signed treaties his approach, tender and smooth deceit from the start but free spirits, trusting, unaware soar with the heart he forced himself upon her extinguishing her youthful life a butterfly freed from a cocoon carved out with her own knife and history, again repeats itself......... Kamama=Cherokee: Butterfly udetiyisgv=Cherokee: Birthday