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The time-travel saga continues in book 2 of the Wilderness Series. Dr. Karen Anderson returns to the past, to the Lakota and her life with Standing Deer. The Little Big Horn Battle – Custer’s Last Stand looms, ending a lifestyle the People have always known. Over the span of time, they fight for freedom and the promise of tomorrow.
Into The Wilderness is available from Amazon
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Pamela Ackerson was born and raised in Newport, RI where history is a way of life. She now lives on the Space Coast of Florida, a hop, skip, and jump from Orlando, where imagination and fantasy abounds. Pam writes historical fiction, contemporary fiction, and is a practicing herbalist in the use of the natural treatment with raw herbs for almost thirty years. As her day job, she currently works as the V.P. of Marketing and Advertising for the book review magazine, Affaire de Coeur.
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The unbearable heat for a June morning cut a humid line down her back, but Spirit of the Mountain was determined to continue. She was finishing a shield of animal bones for Standing Deer. It wasn’t made in the normal round shape, but an upside down U. Wide enough to rest atop his horse and lean against him if Standing Deer needed both hands, or if he were standing, his legs would be protected. Once the bones were set in place she would attach a buffalo hide over the top to make it stronger. Beside her was an assortment of arrowheads and shafts she would be using for herself and Standing Deer.
She may not be able to change what was going to happen next month but she could surely protect her man as much as possible.
Standing Deer was going to a meeting tonight of the warriors and elders and would be late returning to the lodge. She had spoken with him about staying in the modern world for a few days so she could help James Black Elk. He agreed with her. It was their turn to help repay their friendship to their brother.
Bonnie, Sings to the Wind, called and entered into the lodge. Spirit of the Mountain watched her old friend with a smile on her lips. Sings to the Wind’s belly was swollen with child. She never looked healthier in her life but her face was troubled.
Pouring herself a cup of coffee, “We have to talk.” Sings to the Wind said in Lakota.
A sick feeling lay suddenly heavy in her stomach, Spirit of the Mountain nodded her head in agreement.
“I see you are making a war shield and arrows for Standing Deer.”
“Yes, my hands are tied and I cannot change what is to come next month but I can help him as much as possible.”
“No one dies at the Rosebud battle, but 66 die at Little Big Horn.” Flipping her hand in the air, “It’s what I want to talk to you about.” Sings to the Wind said, arrogance laced her words.
Spirit of the Mountain stretched the buffalo hide across the new shield and waited impatiently for her friend to continue.
“I have spoken to Sitting Bull and have told him of the coming battles; where the soldiers will be coming from; their battle strategy…”
“I have warned our people of the impending battles and everything I know of what is to be.”
“NO! Do you know what you have done? By doing that you have changed history, you have no right.” Spirit of the Mountain had switched to English. Seething with anger, her breath, and heartbeat pounded, increasing with fear.
“Sitting Bull will be warning the other tribes. They will be meeting tonight and the next few nights to make battle plans. The white soldiers will never get to the village. The warriors will attack before they can reach us. I will not sit here and watch our nation be destroyed. If I can save their lives…”
“You cannot play God. Who do you think you are?”
“I am the one who will make a difference for my people…”
“Your people? What is that supposed to mean? This is not your decision to make.”
“I’m not playing God!” Pointing an accusing finger, “You are. You know what’s going to happen and you are going to let it happen. Just sit there as if on a throne, all full of pompous righteousness…and let it happen. I will not. If I can stop it, I will.”
“You can’t stop it! Because of this you may have changed everything. What if it’s worse because the warriors seek the white soldiers? Don’t you think the government’s wrath will make it ten times worse?”
“I was brought to the past for a reason. I will not allow…”
“You will not allow? You were brought here because I allowed it. I brought you to the past. It was my choice to allow you to sleep on my bed and go to this world. You have NO right to change the past.”
Sings to the Wind yelled “I do have the right!”
“You claim you want to do something to help the Indian. Why didn’t you go to DC and lobby for Indian rights here in this world? Why haven’t you gone to President Grant and pushed for the Indian’s rights? If you are so worried about the Indian, why don’t you do something about our world? Pine Ridge is one of the poorest in the nation. Why don’t you do something about that?” Raising her hands, “Well, Bonnie?”
When there was no response Spirit of the Mountain continued.
“The Bureau of Indian Affairs is having serious problems. Instead of hiding in the past, why don’t you do something about that? Peltier is still in jail. Why don’t you do something about that? I could keep going, if you insist. Bonnie, why don’t you do something that will change our world and the future; make things better for the Indian Nation in the modern world!”
“I have. By doing what I have done, it will change the future.” Putting both hands on her hips, “For the better.”
“I was warned NOT to change the past…the future. It was meant to be,” said Spirit of the Mountain.
Sings to the Wind growled. “I wasn’t warned. So it was meant to be.”
“No, Bonnie. You have made things worse. Now the white soldiers will be on an even bigger rampage.”
“You are a coward Karen. You just didn’t have the courage to change the past and I did.”
“You have given the Lakota a death sentence.” Spirit of the Mountain pointed to the opening. “Get out!”
Bonnie blinked in surprise.
“Bonnie, get out of my home.” Spirit of the Mountain growled. “Now.”