Her people were gone now, but their love of this place would never leave it. The valley below was tranquil again, with the town’s houses melting away to rich rolling farmlands. It was, once again, her place too. In the grand scheme of life, her presence there was symbolic of the permanence of the spirit of the people, her people. Barbara felt their presence now as she made passionate love with a descendent of her people’s conquerors.
But her lovemaking and her life with Bob would not be a contest of conquests. Their life together would be a wondrous unison of past cultures and traditions with modernity, and it would always bask in the glory of their love. She would be a good woman for this man, and she knew he would be a good man for her. On this mountain ledge, Barbara became a being larger than her own life.
I surrender myself to the Great Spirit of All Living Things. This day I fulfill his will. I will be Earth Goddess of all my people. I will triumph with the will of the Spirit. My soul sings with joy. I am serene and joyous. This is my Spirit moment. I will conceive our first child this day. I release myself to the wonders of my man and the Spirit within us.
Barbara’s orgasm began with a low moaning sound that rose from deep inside her. She felt her dam of juices about to burst in an even more powerful release. She moaned louder now, uninhibited, alone with Bob in the wilds on their mountain. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and then—Barbara bloomed!
Her swollen vagina could no longer hold back her bursting flood. Her deep moaning changed to a low-pitched “Ohhh” when her release commenced. It was a small release at first, but then she gained her full voice. She howled out, unrestrained as her flower fully opened. Her joy resounded over the mountainside and her sounds reached the creek below as she entered the throes of her massive orgasm. She threw her head back and looked skyward, her body trembling violently as she slammed her eager pelvis hard against Bob. It was the most wondrous moment of her life. She was alive as never before, and she was creating life.
She shouted out in a full voice for the world to hear, “Yes, yes, yes! Oh, yeeeeeesssss! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
Barbara cried, “More, more. That’s it, my Big Horse. Keep going. Don’t stop. Ohhh that feels soooo good. I love you soooo much. Oh how I love you. Oh hold me close. Hold me very close.” She kissed him wildly on the lips and all over the face. She was in love out of her mind.
Bob’s penis throbbed as his thrusts quickened. The stream of semen released was strong and full, pulsing and shooting forcefully. As his sperm frantically searched for her ovulated egg, Barbara felt her stomach and chest heave with her love.
Her thoughts lifted into rapture. This is so wonderful! With each kiss he’s telling me that he can never get enough of me. No woman was ever treasured more. If I could imagine creating the perfect man from clays with my own hands, he could not be as wonderful as this man who holds me now. Barbara closed her eyes in her delirious state of ecstasy. She had a vision and said to the spirit there, “With this man I will help the people of the world put aside their divisions and hatreds. They will know the wonders of nature and peace as did my forbearers. They will feel the harmony of the Great Spirit of All Living Things.”
Multiple visions flashed through her mind. She imagined her future with Big Horse. I am naked riding a big sorrel mustang stallion. We are racing across the prairie scouting a herd of buffalo. With each forward thrust of his mighty haunches, Big Horse’s huge member reaches even deeper into me and becomes more engorged. He strains to please me and go faster and faster.
There’s a teepee on the plains overlooking a long valley. The flap is open and I look out. The Rosebud River courses by below me. A pale full orange moon begins to lift in the sky as the sunset glows behind a bluff. I am faced outward looking at all the creation works of the Great Spirit of All Living Things. I see a flock of Canadian geese flying across the face of the moon. Big Horse is under me and I straddle him. His hands cup my breasts and pinch my nipples. His huge member grows inside me as he raises his head and kisses my back in many places. Tingles of desire shoot through my entire body. I will have Big Horse this night and we will make love for hours until the moon rises high and bright in the night sky. I am crazy with passions for what he is about to do with me next. He places his big hands around my slender waist. Now he’s lifting me up and guiding my love place over his gigantic member. Slowly at first, he lifts me up and holds me perfectly before guiding me down over it. I am hot and wet inside and I want him to move me faster and faster. I am juicy like a fully ripened peach. I want him to probe all of me until I am delirious with joys of being his woman. We make love this way for hours and he makes me come many times. A cool prairie breeze flows over me and I know I am one with nature and my man. I know I am a complete woman now. I am happy. I collapse onto him and sleep the night in his arms. I have endless nights like this with my Big Horse. I am woman. I know love.
I stand on the porch of the ranch house looking across the prairie toward the hills. Two little children, a boy and a girl, are racing each other and laughing in the tall grass. The children fall down and get up laughing, and then they race some more. Big Horse stands beside me and wraps his huge arms around me. He holds me tightly to him and kisses my neck. He cups my breasts. I know he wants me. He pushes his pelvis against my behind. It’s time to take him inside to our bedroom and push him down on our king-sized bed. He lies there on the bed while I undress slowly in front of him, his member standing upright, waiting for me. This is all very good. I tease him by slowly taking off each piece of my clothing. I cup my breasts and smile at him and stoke his appetite for me. I face him on my knees and hover over him, rubbing his member over my mound. He can feel how slippery wet and ready I am. Now our moment is right. His massive hands come to my waist and he lifts me gently up before slowly lowering me onto his mighty column.
I am back in the present, making love with Big Horse on a ledge on a mountainside. We are surrounded by a beautiful fragrant pine forest. I can hear a river moving far below us. The soft winds are rippling its waters which are lapping against the river bank below. I hear the soft yips of a female coyote searching the marsh bank for her meal. Her female spirit must know we are making love above her on the mountain. She must be telling us that it is good. Yes, surely she is telling us that. I know I am in love forever now. I know that I want this Big Horse’s member in me many times. I do love him so. When Barbara opened her eyes again, the kaleidoscope of white Pieridaes had returned. They now fluttered all about her head. They lingered, suspended in the mountain sky, as if to fix a magical blend of Barbara’s pheromones with the ultraviolet radiance from her hair forever in their collective memory, as only butterflies can do. Then they fluttered away, descending through the forest below and making their way to the river. I am eternally satisfied. This is good love. This is the love Chief promised I would discover if I were patient. This is the love my man needs from me.
Barbara and Bob married in the fall at the Pepke Park Gazebo in Aspen. It was a traditional Indian ceremony, with several of the little girls from the tribe acting as flower bearers. It was also a Jewish wedding ceremony and had elements of a Catholic ceremony. Barbara wore an elegant white gown with raised embossed red-throated sparrows hand-sewn in their natural colors around its fringe. Her hair was done up in plaits wrapped high upon her head and stayed with silver ribbons. She held her head high throughout the ceremony. Those who attended said she looked like a beautiful princess goddess. She was, after all, royalty.
Bob wore a black tuxedo with tails. A judge presided in his fly fishing boots. He showed up, understandably late, with the marriage license from the Pitkin County Courthouse. He’d been fishing a good hatch on Frying Pan Creek. Chief counseled the waiting guests that it was good and right to wait for a man who was having good luck fishing.
The guests included many of Chief’s friends, including some of the Italians from the casino businesses. They came to express their support. Chief gave Little Sparrow away to Big Horse. He joined their
hands in his giant strong paws and squeezed their hands together before the judge.
Chief and friends wore their buckskin and jeweled finery, and their best headdresses. The Jews all wore colorful yarmulkes and the Catholics, mostly Italian-Americans, brought flowers and many cases of wine. Everyone danced together in a big circle. It was an original combination dance, a blend of the Jewish wedding dance and the Indian spirit dance. It was the first time the dance was ever performed. It was uplifting and beautiful. The smiles and laughter from all the guests were captured brilliantly in the photos taken by the wedding photographer.
Pictures of Barbara’s wedding ceremony were preserved in perpetuity in two photo albums. Barbara kept one copy under her bed, and the other was stored in the vault of one of Aspen’s favorite old hotels. Aspen Mountain stood tall in the background, making for splendid, inspiring photos. A light early snow graced the revelers, and many of the photos showed sparkling snow spots. Chief gave Bob a crushing bear hug and spoke only one word after the judge pronounced them married.
“Good.”
All the men took turns kissing the bride. Some were overly enthusiastic and had to be pulled away from her by Chief.
Then Chief lit himself a fine Cuban cigar and passed one out to each male in attendance, saying, “You smoke.”
All the men smoked in honor of the new couple. Barbara threw her wedding bouquet high into the air. It was caught by a gust from a snow squall and lifted skyward onto Aspen Mountain where it landed upon the antlers of an eight-point bull elk. The elk swiftly disappeared into the forest with the bouquet stuck in his massive rack. Would-be brides still search for Little Sparrow’s bridal bouquet on Aspen Mountain to this very day.
In the many years they had together, Barbara and Bob shared a secret code. Whenever they were at a social function and she grew tired of the pleasantries, or when they were at home alone or away somewhere together, she knew how to let him know when she wanted him. She would turn to him and whisper: “It’s a good time, Big Horse.”
Bob always looked into her eyes, smiled with anticipation, and asked, “For what, sweetheart?”
And she would very softly whisper in his ear, “When the butterflies come.”
BONES AND BLOODLINES
After David died, Susan resigned from her position at the firm and turned over her files and records to the new owners. She later wrote two letters to The Mount of Olives Cemetery in Jerusalem seeking permission to be buried as near as possible to Marvin and Eloweiss. Both her requests were refused. Susan then became religious for the first time in her life. She attended Catholic Mass every single day until she became infirm. She prayed her Rosary twice daily. She gave up smoking her slim cigars after she was diagnosed with emphysema.
She had a slow, agonizing death and gasped her last breath for oxygen her lungs failed to absorb. When she passed away, she was given a Catholic funeral mass and buried next to her parents at Mount Holy Ghost of Mary’s Sacred Blood Catholic Cemetery in Plaintown. She was later joined there by her younger brothers and sisters.
Mrs. Rodriguez resigned her post as the firm’s chief guard dog when the new generation of owners took over. She took a new position as the assistant warden for prisoner monitoring at the U.S. Federal Penitentiary in Canyon City, Colorado. After her retirement there, she left the United States forever to live out her days with her brothers and sisters, and eventually died in Torreon, Durango State, Mexico.
Bob and Barbara built an investment advisory practice in Plaintown. Barbara bore two children, a boy and a girl. They named their son Ehud, or Hud, for the Benjaminite of Judges who slew the evil King Eglon of Moab. They named their daughter Deborah, for the judge who, with Barak, drove the Canaanites and their evil leader, Sisera, from the land of Israel. Each year the four made a trip to Israel, and when their children were in their teens, they annually made three-month sojourns to Israel. Their two children eventually married Israeli Jews and gave Bob and Barbara six grandchildren. The new bloodlines from Bob and Barbara’s grandchildren strengthened the bloodlines of the Tribes of Israel and helped to ensure its strength and survival for the next five thousand years. Bob eventually healed and became free from David’s emotional bondage and personal betrayal. Barbara’s love helped make that happen.
Barbara—or Little Sparrow, as she preferred—realized her childhood dream and the dream of Chief, her father. She established Following the Path of the Buffalo Foundation and dedicated it to restoring America. As the foundation raised monies, it acquired land. Acre by acre, section by section, farmhouse by farmhouse, town by town, road by road, the foundation returned the vast American prairie to its natural state and returned the buffalo, the elk, the deer, the antelope, all manner of birds that spread seeds and all manner of birds of prey, and the great Sandhill cranes, the wolf, the coyote, the badger, the prairie dog, and all the other native animals to the lands which were once theirs.
The native people were permitted to roam free upon the lands with their horses, but no wheeled vehicles of any kind were allowed. White and black and yellow Americans who wished to live the ways of the true Americans were invited to live upon the lands along with the native peoples. They were permitted to come and go as they pleased, but they were not allowed to build upon the land or own any part of it. The foundation took in refugees from America’s urban blight, its castoffs and demented.
Sparrow always believed the Great Spirit and his natural blessings would heal all manners of mental conflicts created by the white man’s ways. Only hunting and fishing with naturally made materials was allowed, no guns or fishing poles, no steel traps or artificial metal lures of any kind. As the foundation grew to swallow up the white man’s world from the Canadian prairies to the Rio Grande, the American plain of fifty thousand years ago returned to its natural rhythm of life.
Chief lived to see the progress of the foundation with his wise old eyes. He saw little Indian girls laughing and running through the prairie grasses. He saw braves on bareback horse with bow and arrow resuming the buffalo hunt, and he saw squaws tanning hides, gathering wood, making fish hooks, arrowheads, pottery, jewelry, tapestries and weavings, music, babies, and family happiness. The products of the foundation were highly sought after. Only the honest monies of gold or silver were accepted in exchange for their goods. The tribal council wisely invested in start-up enterprises and all tribal members became interested shareowners. The foundation prospered because the people were able to integrate their ways of life with the land with the ways of modernity. Chief saw Sparrow’s work and proclaimed it good. His old eyes cried with joy before he left his people to join the Great Spirit.
Bob and Barbara’s son, Hud, completed a circle of corporate life for the family. He became interested in geology when searching for arrowheads with Chief as a young boy. Later he went to the Colorado School of Mines and earned his degree in geology. He formed a company for mineral exploration and in the course of his prospecting in northern British Columbia, he discovered some irregular rocks and staked claims to his discovery. Following his father’s footsteps, he also earned a degree in business administration and learned investment company management at his mother’s hand.
Deb married Richard Stone, or Dick, a stockbroker with a wealthy clientele. As fate would have it, conditions at UGGA deteriorated after Bob and Barbara left and after David and Susan died. UGGA was charged by federal prosecutors for violations of the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organization Act, and David’s co-conspirators in bribery and extortion were imprisoned. The firm was placed in trusteeship of a federal judge until injured parties were compensated and fines were paid. The only surviving heirs to the firm were David’s distant cousins, and they were eager to sell the beleaguered asset. Dick, Deb, Hud, Barbara, and Bob put their heads and pocketbooks together and acquired the old UGGA. Because of tax considerations, Hud’s exploration company was folded into the complex as a subsidiary company of the new UGGA holding company. Thus the new UGGA held claim to Ehud’s irregular roc
k claim group.
In an unexpected development, UGGA’s new legal counsel received a call from the British Columbia Department of Mineral Surveys asking permission to run some secret tests upon the strange rocks in cooperation with the United States Department of Defense. Testing revealed the rocks had unique properties related to electromagnetism and, with the proper molecular combinatorial binding, these rocks could be invaluable to NATO’s defense needs. But, of course, much work needed to be done before this could be confirmed.
Shortly after the call from B.C. Minerals, UGGA’s new corporate counsel received a call from a lawyer in New York who said he had an undisclosed client, a bank from New York, who wished to make a friendly tender offer for the UGGA. After a Seder dinner, the family discussed the matter of the potential takeover offer, and it was decided that they would heed the wisdom of Bob and Barbara, their elders. Bob and Barbara recounted the wisdom of Chief in such matters and advised the family to be patient. More would be forthcoming in all likelihood.
Then the matter of the takeover offer went silent until ten years after Bob died. After he passed, Hud, Dick, and Deborah were informed that the bank from New York had renewed its interest in the acquisition of the UGGA. Hud opined that enough time had passed for the chemical tests and molecular studies to bear out the potential of the rocks. Out of respect for Barbara, who was in failing health, the next generation decided to rule out any discussion of merger or acquisition talks until a year after their mother’s death. The spirit of Chief, the wise one, observed the patience of the new generation and opined to the other spirits that it was good.
When Bob died, he was buried next to Nevin, the man he’d always believed was his father, in Milltown. Estella never told Bob about Paul, his true paternal father. Before Estella’s death, she made futile inquires to the German government about Paul but received no answers. She assumed he’d died in a Soviet concentration camp, and every evening until her death she prayed to God for mercy on his soul. Estella was buried on Nevins’s opposite side. Her headstone bore a Christian cross; Bob’s had the Star of David with the inscription ‘Here Big Horse rests in eternal peace.’
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