

Dance of White Swan


It was spring, but the mornings were still cold, and her breath escaped her lips in soft, white puffs in the pre-dawn glow. She left behind her a cluster of earth lodges, pausing a moment to look across the vast sweep of plains that lay beyond the village. Soon the women and children would begin the planting, and the men would dress in buffalo skins and hunt among the great herds that roamed in the