Crying WindPoignant story of an Indian who learns to accept herself and appreciate her own worth. For months she remains torn between her new friends and their faith and loyalty to old Indian ways, but the acceptance, affection, and freedom she experiences with her Christian friends gradually wins out. |
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... tried not to think about what would happen if I grabbed a loose rock or lost my balance . I knew only too well it would be a long and painful slide down the steep , granite hill with yucca spikes slashing at my legs . Straining my eyes ...
... tried not to think about what would happen if I grabbed a loose rock or lost my balance . I knew only too well it would be a long and painful slide down the steep , granite hill with yucca spikes slashing at my legs . Straining my eyes ...
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... tried to be friendly , until I finally gave up and ac- cepted the fact that Flint and I would never be close . We would always be strangers . Pascal was several years older than Cloud and Flint . He had a sad face with deep lines around ...
... tried to be friendly , until I finally gave up and ac- cepted the fact that Flint and I would never be close . We would always be strangers . Pascal was several years older than Cloud and Flint . He had a sad face with deep lines around ...
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... tried to tell them that if a person were starving to death he would eat anything to survive . Besides , Indian dogs weren't pets . They weren't the pampered , useless , spoiled things dogs are now . They carried small travois loaded ...
... tried to tell them that if a person were starving to death he would eat anything to survive . Besides , Indian dogs weren't pets . They weren't the pampered , useless , spoiled things dogs are now . They carried small travois loaded ...
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