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GENTLE SPIRIT, guardian of all horses. GENTLE SPIRIT is the 1 st half of a love story. Watch for the 2 nd half in a few days. Long ago t was a young maiden, the daughter of a chief, who loved horses. Her name was Gentle Spirit. She cared for them when they were hurt and championed them when mistreated. Of course that did not happen often with her people as they all cared greatly for their horses. But sometimes, while on visits to other tribes, she had seen it happen. Often out riding with the wind whipping her hair behind her, she felt a freedom she had never known before. She would become one with her horse. Their spirits would merge and become total freedom. One day a handsome young brave from far away visited her small village and t was much feasting as the people listened to the tales of w he had traveled and he spoke of horses that no one had ever seen the likes of. His name was Touches the Sky and he and Gentle Spirit fell in love immediately. He stayed for 4 moons, spending time as much time as he could with Gentle Spirit. Finally it was time for him to return to his tribe in the hills far away across the great river. He had spoken with her father and promised to return in one year to marry Gentle Spirit. He would give many fine horses for her. The year passed quickly and Touches the Sky had returned last night as he had promised with a small band of the most beautiful horses Gentle Spirit's people had ever seen! Most of the horses had spots, although different colors and a few had babies by their side. He called them Palouse horses. And t were two paint horses and two mares that were the color of the sun! But the most impressive was the magnificent white stallion with the black leopard spots all over his body! He was the most beautiful horse they had ever seen! Everyone was in awe as they admired the horses! They were quite a sight for her small tribe! T was a big feast planned for this evening in preparation for the wedding tomorrow and Gentle Spirit had carefully dressed as befitted a Chief's daughter. She wore a beautifully beaded ceremonial featd cape with the quills on it, her necklace, head piece, fringed boots to match and her featd earrings and she was impatient for the festivities to begin! Touches the Sky had ridden out early that morning with her two brothers and a few of their friends on a short hunt and had not yet returned. T was much gaiety as the women prepared food and the men already had the big fire going and some were drumming as they tended it. All of a sudden the air was rent by yells and many strange men quickly descended upon them, destroying everything in their path. The little village, taken by complete surprise, was destroyed and almost all the people were slain, including Gentle Spirit. When Touches the Sky and her brothers returned a few hours later they found nothing but the smoldering ashes and bodies of their loved ones. All the horses were gone. Grief stricken, he helped the brothers and the few remaining survivors, who sadly told them what had happened, attend to everything. A few days later, Touches the Sky, in mournful agony, took his leave. He was going to track down the horses that Gentle Spirit had so loved. The brothers offered to help him do this but he wanted to be alone and they understood his deep pain, so much like theirs. They had their own agenda to follow. Tracking the horses took him much time and cunning but finally, after 10 moons had come and gone, he had gotten them all back, one by one. He had made camp by a small clear stream in a small valley high up in the mountains and t he took the horses. He lived t for the rest of his life alone pining for his Gentle Spirit. And often, when all was quiet but for the murmur of the stream, he could sense the nearness of his beautiful Gentle Spirit, whose spirit had taken the form of a beautiful horse, running with freedom over the hills and the plains, protecting her beloved horses. Every once in a while an eagle feather would gently drift down to his feet from her cape, just so ...
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