Without wounds

Please see an excerpt from my short story available from Amazon. The story presumes that Native Americans and Europeans learn to live in harmony.
A stretch, I know, but that’s why it’s called fiction.
You can check out the cool cover and first chapter for free.
You do not need a kindle, this will download to any computer.


Please pass the link onto others who might have interest in the work.
My thanks.

Yuta fed the white man with bear berry and rice porridge that had simmered through the night. He signed, hands to mouth. The White One took the food, watching to make sure that he was not being poisoned or tricked. After a year of eating mussels, sucking fish, and rats, the food he was offered had remarkable flavor. The white man had so many questions for which the two lacked common words. He tried with the sign language they shared. “How many Nations are here? How many People? How many languages spoken? And how big is this land?”
Yuta laughed deeply in his throat with a low rumble. To answer all four questions, Yuta drew two handfuls of dust and swept the grains into the wind with a wide motion onto the lake below. “The Peoples of the Nations are as many as the sands under the sea.”
Suddenly the Earth shook around them, Yuta felt the forces of the Spirits shift wildly. He wondered if the Turtles that held the Earth had become dizzy, for the immense spruce trees snapped and spun around him. Was a handful of berries and grains offered and accepted from one race to another an offense? Had the communication altered the axis of the Earth? Indeed the Spirit had spoken.
The actions changed the way that history would evolve between the two races, altering an otherwise unalterable pattern of conquest, contagion, and contempt.


  1. From Sam by email

    Excellent title. The flow of  words and attempts for mutual understanding was paramount.The legends and stories of the Indians told to de Ramo were so simple but yet so hard at times for him to comprehend, his fears eventually were put aside and learning started taking place on both their parts. Hard to get inside both minds.
    . Wow…lots of research. I learned lots and thought the topic was very different and such an interesting premise. Imagine……”if”….as you say.
    I applaud your efforts and your talents.

  2. As a teacher who married a Navajo, it’s a pleasure to read stories written in harmony with Indian culture(s) and an affinity for their ways. I enjoyed reading Without Wounds. I especially liked the poetry inserts. It was akin to the Navajo Poetry in Walking The Beautiful Trail. I have had the experiences of being at Navajo Sings for the wedded, the ill, the dead. Her descriptions of and actual composite of this rite are richly done. I have only one criticism: I am not sure if she is attempting a fantasy world or trying for poetic realism. J.

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