Big Crow with Little Feet had a spiritual connection with Katherine, who had no clue of what was about to happen to upend her controlled life. She did not yet know Big Crow, but he knew her, and his connection would become apparent in time. The DNA in her blood from generations earlier on her mother’s side of the family revealed an Indian bloodline connection. Big Crow found Katherine through her blood and orchestrated a dream sequence in which she would witness the beginning of a prophecy in which she would play a key role. To facilitate that, Big Crow pulled Kat into a dream from years ago…a lot of years ago.
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The heavy wool blankets wrapped her in warmth outside the ring where the fire crackled and threw sparks into the night. The three women on the opposite side of the fire did not react to her presence. It was like Kat was not even there, but she was there, in the dark, huddled in blankets against the cold. It was mid-November 1864 on the mesa above the Puye Cliff Dwellings. The cold around the fire was real, the smoke was real, but this was only a dream, wasn’t it? Was this a dream or had she been transported to another time and place? Who were these three women huddled across from her? Why was she there? Why should she care?
Her attention returned to the women who were afraid of something and talked in hushed voices. Katherine tried to listen and picked up a few words that had been repeated. Puye for the wedding feast, and someplace called Sand Creek had been mentioned several times. Kat huddled deeper into her blankets, trying to understand what she heard.
Everything changed when mounted cavalry soldiers crashed through the mesquite trees around the fire and emptied a burlap sack containing the heads of their male hunting party at their feet. The women had only enough time to recognize their loved ones before the soldiers opened fire. The gunfire flashed and woke Katherine from her dream with a physical jerk as consciousness returned, her brain fighting to process that there was no campfire, no soldiers, no women, and yes, she was soaked in sweat… and then she smelled it… smoke. His smoke.
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