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YelloweyeChapter 15: The Letter free porn video
I remember dying.
I guess when I was Phile, I started this by telling you I remembered being born. But there are more important things to remember now. I remember the births of my children. I remember my lovers. I remember living as a wild ranch kid in Wyoming and as a renegade in the nineteenth century. I remember holding my sweet sister in my arms at night and knowing there would never be a more perfect match. I remember Mandy welcoming me in both my bodies into her heart and soul.
And I remember dying.
I’ve decided to write this little letter and put it in the box with the last pages Caitlin and Phile wrote. I know that someday—maybe a long time from now—one of you will open the box again. Perhaps you simply won’t believe what happened and need to hear it again. Perhaps it will be one of our children exploring for the first time and trying to dig out the family secrets.
I need to tell you about dying.
It was fast and brutal and painful and unexpected. I rode into battle thinking Yelloweye would protect me. We were confident in Earth Mother and the Old Ones. They chose us for this task. You’d think they’d take care of us.
Imagine having your arm ripped off your body by a ravening beast and then double it. Triple it. It still wouldn’t be adequate.
Phile’s last thoughts were of Caitlin. For a moment, he imagined them coming home to the land and the family. Of sharing the grandchildren with Moms and Pa. And then it was gone.
Yelloweye was staring at me. Tears were running down my cheeks, but as Wolf Rising, I had to keep pounding that fucking drum or the herds would be lost. We had to return them to their times and places. Wolf Riding Woman, beating on the other side of the drum looked stricken. It was the first I realized that Caitlin had been killed, too, and that she’d experienced that wrenching severance of her other body.
To deal in death, you must know it. Yelloweye swiveled his head from one to the other of us and then fixed Mandy in his gaze. You must hold them together.
And poor Mandy! Weeping between the two of us as we pounded the drum and brought death to so many people. We didn’t want to deal in death! Merv and Little Elk held the beat steady when we faltered and reached out for our other bodies—to snatch them from the stampede where they’d fallen. When it was over, and our drums fell silent, we collapsed.
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