“Billy said, ‘There now! You’re clean and presentable enough to come into our school where Miss Traci will be more than happy to teach you---and…your friends. Your hat will dry white!’
“There is still sometimes tension; prejudice dies ‘hard’. I heard
Bone’s Pa wailed the tar out of him for losing a fight with an Indian; I think
Sheriff Johnnie had a ‘heart-to-heart’ with his old man. So? The ‘Good’ battle rages on, I reckon so---but…sometimes,
the ‘Good’ guys…Win!
“We still have our struggles, but,
somehow, that Mystery benefactor
seems to be on the right side!” Traci concluded her confession with a
satisfying exhalation of tempered success.
“That’s one very beautiful story,
Traci.” Micah complimented. “One day, I’ll tell you mine.”
In the dark-of-night as a single wolf
far-off howled its lamented lonesome song and silver-tipped crystal-lake waves
danced a lover’s song the pair cajoled sweet nature-time in enamored undulating
passion of practiced love emotion-devotion. Sweet Love is to be wholly embraced.
Micah smiled his Love!-true but reserved his special “secret” secure, for the time being.
“Thee is luminescent like the alabaster
pale full moon shafts caressing yonder lake rapture.”
And, in the throes-of-love unabated he
spoke the words she so desired---and she said…”Yes! ”
Blue-white
diamond sparkle-jewels delight dark-night
Hinted
pink-blush of dawn ushers-in golden sunlight
Encampment below
awesome mountain pinnacle-sight
Dancing
crystal-waves stir yonder Mystery Love-height
Indian
schoolmarm charming lovely-maiden Traci LaRue
That
mountain-man Micah loved the girl was all he knew
Live “Free” a
bit south of comfort-warm sun high-noon
Just slightly
west of a rising alabaster-pale full moon
Monday at noon, as Traci dismissed her charges
for lunch break in the shaded schoolyard, they observed the buckskin-clad
handsome mountain-man ride up, dismount and hitch his dark bay steed to the
weathered rail to then boldly stride inside the school building.
As Indian and white-skinned child faces
scrunched smashed nosey noses impolitely against the window panes, they laughed
and giggled as Micah knelt on one knee and spoke to Miss Traci who brightly
smiled as he placed a golden ring upon her hand. They “ooh-ed” and “aah-ed” when
mountain man arose, took Traci firmly in his arms then kissed her with
abandoned passion absent any thought to their presence. Slowly, the spectators
offered privacy and melted away.
Blue-white
diamond sparkle-jewels delight dark-night
Hinted
pink-blush of dawn ushers-in golden sunlight
Encampment below
awesome mountain pinnacle-sight
Dancing
crystal-waves stir yonder Mystery Love-height
Indian
schoolmarm charming lovely-maiden Traci LaRue
That
mountain-man Micah loved the girl was all he knew
Live “Free” a
bit south of comfort-warm sun high-noon
Just slightly
west of a rising alabaster-pale full moon
(Part 8 of 9 Tomorrow)
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