few summers of life.
After what seemed like another lifetime, Yellow Bird brought his face away from his mother’s soft breast where his tears had soaked through her soft, buckskin dress. Already the sun had begun to cast long shadows in its relentless march to the west.
“Yes, Yellow Bird,” Monaseetah said quietly. “This is your father.”
LONG WINTER GONE
A Bantam Book / November 1990
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Copyright © 1990 by Terry C. Johnston.
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