Soaring Eagle (Prairie Winds Book 3) by Whitson Stephanie Grace

Author:Whitson, Stephanie Grace [Whitson, Stephanie Grace]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2017-12-16T16:00:00+00:00

When James and Martha Red Wing invited Soaring Eagle to accompany them to the agency for their annual issue, Soaring Eagle demanded, “What is ‘issue’?”

“Issue is when we all receive things from the government. Things they give us to help us get by. Things we cannot grow. Things we used to trade for. It’s a day of celebration. We take our fastest horses and have races. There will be visiting and feasting, like the old days when the traders came.”

Soaring Eagle helped James lead his fastest pony out of the corral and tie it to the back of the wagon before responding. “I know of this. I did not know it was called ‘issue.’ The government always gives things to our people when we meet for talks. Then they take whatever they want from us.”

James countered, “No, they will not be taking from us this time, Soaring Eagle. I have my eighty-acre farm. It is mine. I have a paper that says it belongs to me. But there are things we need to get started. The government gives us these things.”

Soaring Eagle jumped into the back of the wagon and sat down, his back to the wagon seat. As James slapped his team and the wagon lurched along, Soaring Eagle said to no one in particular, “Giving things will make some lazy. When I was young, there was a lazy brave in our village. Those who tried to help by giving him things only made him worse. He stopped trying to hunt. He started to make trouble for everyone. That is what will happen on the reservation if everything is given to these Indians.”

James looked at Martha and smiled. “I think he’s been listening in on Reverend Riggs.”

Soaring Eagle heard and said soberly, “If Reverend Riggs said this, he is right.”

As they bumped along, James took the opportunity to share some of his own story with Soaring Eagle. “Soaring Eagle, my brother, in times past I walked over a dark road. I hated all the whites, and I fought them when I could. I was in misery, in the midst of many fears. My people were dying, and there was no man on earth to save me, so I fought. But the soldiers came and I was taken far from home and put into prison in a place called Davenport. Alfred Riggs came to that place and told me of the Good Shepherd, he who never tires; he who walks bravely in difficult places and in desert lands, ever seeking the lost.

“The Good Shepherd—Christ, the Son of God—delivered me from the valley of death and from the place of torment of the Evil Spirit. He caused me to live. He is the Savior of both body and soul. It is he who even now adds night and day to my life. I am going to get the things at the agency, but I do not trust the government to make me live. I will work on my farm, and I will trust Christ.

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