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The leather was beautiful. Ken Granger sat at his workbench, running the soft strips through his hands, admiring its suppleness, its golden amber color, the fine texture of the grain.

Goatskin! Who would have imagined such a common animal could produce such beautiful leather! Actually, the more he considered it, the less he was amazed. Goats and deer and antelope are closely related, and each produce a fine grade of leather, soft and supple, when properly tanned. He had been reluctant to harvest skins from wild deer. Over the long years of hosting their visits at his river bottom home, he'd grown fond of the animals' trust and acceptance when they entered his sanctuary.

Whiskey Johns would not spend $15 to have a goatskin tanned, so he'd ordered Graydon to toss the hides away. Graydon carefully cleaned and saved the hides from the wethers he butchered each fall. His stepfather decided to trash them rather than fool with them. It was a senseless waste, so Graydon gave them to his friend Ken who sent them out to a tannery. Good leather was valuable; prime goatskin was especially so. Ken had grown fond of the boy, now a young man; he arranged for a woman in the community who was an especially talented seamstress to make a fully fringed leather jacket for Graydon. It was to be a surprise.

Ken had also conspired with Mike Peterson for color sketches of beadwork patterns that would be appropriate for an apprentice shaman.

"Use these patterns. There is no power innate in themselves, but they do serve to focus the spirit. There is great value in that. They serve another need, as well. When a person with evil purpose gazes upon these symbols, their evil intent is refocused and reflected back. Once seen, these symbols will haunt a dark mind, reappearing in dreams, both sleeping and waking. It is powerful medicine, as my northern cousins might say. Mike smiled to himself as he remembered times in his life when these symbols had worked their effect on the predatory minds that he'd faced.

Helen Granger saw that her young niece possessed a special gift. The first moment Marilee saw watercolor sketches of the beadwork patterns, she insisted that she be given beads, waxed thread, and needles. She asked her Uncle Ken for scraps of thin leather for practice pieces. Within a week she showed Mike her first samples and was delighted to be told that they were perfect.

The Grangers took Marilee to Indian museums scattered around the fringes of the Colville reservation northeast of Omak and Okanogan; on another weekend, they visited Seattle and the museum displays of Coast Indian garments and beadwork. She was satisfied that she could do work equal to theirs, given practice and patterns to work with.

She wanted to repay her young soul mate. Before she was done, he would have sacred emblems sewn upon his own headband, moccasin leggings, and the breast and collar of his new jacket. She asked Uncle Ken to make the headband first, so she could replicate Mike's drawings for the forehead as her first piece. It was this headband, freshly cut from the thinnest, finest belly leather of the best of the tanned skins that Ken had just finished shaping and was now running admiringly through his practiced fingers.

"It seems that somehow this was meant for him. I've rarely seen anything so fine come from the tanner's art. He raised this animal, respected its life, sacrificed it for his family's welfare with homage to its spirit, and preserved this fine hide that it might not be wasted. Now it comes to my workbench as a superb leather. This strip will come back to him, richly decorated with the skill and love of his mate. Who could claim there is not a great wheel of life? Respect and love comes full circle to those who have the eyes and the heart to see it!"

Ken rose from his bench and walked to Marilee's room. Without a word he handed it to his young niece who sat surrounded with her baskets of beads and sewing materials. She smiled. No words were necessary. She was ready to begin.

Helen and Marilee emerged from the post office in town with a double handful of advertising circulars, taxidermy supply catalogs, a few letters including a precious letter for Marilee from her parents, and the usual assortment of utility and household bills. It was the first of the month, so the Granger's postal box was stuffed full.

"If you'd like, why don't you go over to the soda fountain across the street in Baker's Drug, and get yourself something? I want to visit for a minute with Mrs. James in the craft shop. I'll only be a moment, and I'll join you. Okay?"

Marilee agreed and angled across the one street that passed as the single shopping avenue in the village. Shops and stores stretched for only three blocks, with the majority of them along the half block either side of the river road junction. There it entered town across a small, concrete decked bridge adjacent to the Forest Service offices and shops. The soda fountain counter inside the combination general store and pharmacy was a town gathering place. It served a hand-scooped milkshake that was thick, creamy, and filling. Her young mouth watered at the thought.

"Hey, gorgeous! Fancy bumping into you here!" The tall boy standing beside the entrance grabbed her elbow and pulled Marilee roughly to him, dragging her away from the door and away from sight of anyone inside. A tall van parked diagonally at the sidewalk blocked most of the street view.

"Let go of me," she gasped. She was panicked, despite herself, and on the verge of hysteria. She wanted to flee from this rude boy. What will he do? She tried to twist herself from his grip but it was useless. He was much bigger and stronger, and a few years older. He was one of the arrogant valley boys that made Graydon's life so violent at school. He was the one who had shoved the younger girl against the school building and pushed his hand roughly up her skirt. The school authorities refused to act. Other students were complicit in the bullying or were afraid to protest.

Marilee tried to scream but the boy clamped his hand over her mouth and held her pinned with his other arm. He pressed his body against hers and shoved her roughly against the side of the building. His leg moved up between hers while he ground himself hard against her belly. He stared into her face, her skin flushed with rage and fear, her eyes shut tight in refusal to see him.

"So, little girl, you're the new piece who's been staying at that cripp's place, that old bitch teacher's husband, right? I hear you come from back east, and you run with that freaky snake-lovin' weirdo we got in school with us. Maybe you'd like somethin' better, huh? I got somethin' here I think you'll like!" The bully pushed himself harder against her and moved from side to side, feeling her soft body under himself. Marilee was screaming in her mind, silently shrieking in rage and fright. If only she was stronger; if only she had some weapon in her hand to strike this bastard down, to smash his face, to beat him senseless. She screamed her silent frustration and struggled as fiercely as she could, but it was so futile. She could barely squirm away from his obscene movements, pinned helplessly against the wall by his stronger body.

A searing light flashed in Donny's mind. He lost sense of place. He could no longer feel the girl, his weight, or his place on the sidewalk beside the storefront. He felt suddenly alone, isolated, immersed in a blaze of red heat that filled his skull, his senses, all of his awareness.

Let her go!

Donny fell back, staggered, and would have fallen into the gutter but for the grill of the van that held his falling body upright. Marilee raced back to the doorway, flung the heavy door open and ran straight to the woman standing behind the store's cash register.

"Oh, God ... oh ... help, please! Call somebody. He attacked me, he ... he... !" The cashier stared at the frantic girl, then ran to the window and saw the high school boy sprawled awkwardly, leaning back against the store's delivery van, his eyes and mouth gaping open, hands flung up as if warding off an attack. He was alone. There was no one else near, no one on either side up or down the sidewalk. He was waving his arms and hands, clearly in some sort of panic, but against what? His mouth was gaping open as if to shriek, but there was no sound.

"Who attacked you? Where, when? Was it that boy?" the cashier turned back to ask Marilee, who stood frozen against the checkout counter, flushed and gasping, with streams of tears running down her face. She was gripping herself with her arms, trying to pull herself together. She was ashamed of her lack of control. She must be stronger, she must fight! Fear is useless. I must overcome this! she raged at herself.

"Yes! It was him. That tall boy with the black crew cut and the red shirt. He grabbed me when I tried to come in the store. He pulled me away from the door and shoved me against the wall. He pressed himself into me, and he was going to..." She stopped short. She would not go there. She would not say whatever she guessed he might do next. It seemed so grotesque ... an attack, on the street, in public, in broad daylight? It seemed so absurd, but it happened!

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The Love ExpressChapter 17 Race and Fight

Chapter 19: Race and Fight March 17th, 1995, 11:30 PM PT; Mile 2057; Amtrak Station, Las Vegas, NV It was amazing to George, an incredible wonderment, how Union Pacific could manage to, over the course of a nine hour run, add two and a half hours to the delay of the train. I mean, to George it didn’t even seem ... POSSIBLE. They waited for the lowest priority coal slugs going 25 to pass them, and then the train had to slog in behind it. There was no rational dispatching reason to do any of...

Mixed Basement Fight

"What did I get myself into?", You say to yourself as you enter your friends basement. Thin blue mats have been placed in the center of the floor where two women are engaged in a wrestling match. Lining this makeshift "ring" is a group of cheering women. Another woman in a referee's t-shirt signals the end of the match as one of the combatants taps out to her opponents choke-hold. "Here I thought you were gonna wuss out.", a voice behind you. You turn and see your friend Melanie, a gorgeous...

The Fight

At a very young age, I discovered girls. They were clean, pretty and smelled good. I spent much of my time with the fairer sex. When most other boys were trying out for sports or playing with toy cars, I was making time with the girls. Young or older, they accepted me and were happy that a boy took interest in some of the things they were into. I was always average sized growing up. But when I reached twelve to thirteen years old, I began my growth spurt. Over the space of a couple of months,...

Himura Battousia Book 2 Kenshins PastPart 177 Remembrances 12Harsh Fight

Enishi: Huh? (He stands at the doorway of the hut, now empty.) Enishi: Tome? Tomoe... ? That's strange. Where could she have gone? (thinking) She couldn't... she couldn't have passed me on the way into the forest? (Kenshin charges through the still-falling trees.) Sumita: He's chosen one of us as a target. After he's settled him, he'll go for the other. Mumyoui: But that's exactly what I wanted! The space above his head is clear! (He leaps from tree to tree and stabs downward...

Himura Battousia Book 2 Kenshins PastPart 203 The Utter Conclusion of a Fifteen Year Fight

Enishi: A fine match... (They stand as they are; all eyes are on them.) Saitou (to Kaoru): You. If you don't want anything to happen to you, get as far away from here as you can, now. Kaoru: I know. When Yukishiro Enishi looked at me like that... that wasn't simple hostility. There was something more... Saitou: If he could say all that without words, that's all you need to know. You're Himura Kenshin's greatest weakness. If things aren't going his way, he'll strike you down...

My First Sex Fight

My name is Megan, I said to the guy with the mic, guys cheered I heard some perverted yelling but I ignored it. I was naked in a room full of rednecks and it was too be expected. I am not bad looking either. 5 7, 115 pounds blonde, my bra size was 32C. The person I was going to fight was a little bigger than me, I don’t know her weight but her tits where smaller than mine which I through was a confidence builder. I get on my knees in to show I was ready. The girl across from me got in...

The Dancers Fight

Chris was in his second year at University for Stage management and Jacob was doing a carpentry apprenticeship. The University Chris was at had weird hours and lectures usually ran into the night. They were living together in a small apartment. Chris' mum was sad to see him move out but Jacobs mum encouraged it. Chris usually came home to find Jacob asleep, sometimes waking him up if he was feeling horny but mostly he just let him sleep. Chris got home one evening but Jacob wasn't...

Before The Fight

I'm so excited for this- first time that I'll get to see you fight. I know how much this fight means to you and so my anticipation and the tension I'm feeling is skyrocketing. I walk through the hall, heading to where someone pointed out your locker room to me. I know you'll be there getting ready for the fight. I've dressed up especially for you, wanting to impress you, to let you know that I thought of you as I picked my outfit out. A couple of guys pass me in the corridor and I can feel...

The Rise of AzkovalChapter 68 A Time to Fight

Nadia found herself surrounded by females of her own age for one of the rare times in her life. She found the group to be entertaining as well as informative. Elizabeth and Julia had put together an outfit of buckskin trousers and a tunic that fit the young woman very well. Catherine had offered a pair of boots that were far more comfortable that the shoes Nadia had worn with her dress. “It is like a second skin,” Nadia exclaimed as she looked up and down her body. She was nowhere near as...

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