She walked out onto the Frozen Lake.
Like some
Kin Folk on a wild ride....
He stared for hours at the Outcropping of rock from his view in space just where the old Trading post had been on the Little Colorado... it was up there high on the forbidden to the white mans territory...
A fellow would just likely have to ask for it around there..
Talk to the Elders... maybe
In this a Nation within a Nation.......
His purse of many colors was full of many little snakes just waiting to get out....
She stood behind him and chanted......
We haven't waited much to long have we?
She was being playful down on all fours....
Behind him....
She was known as..........
Flower of the Flame
