The Little Angel Who Couldn't Sing

Written by Betty Matney/edited by Aya Walksfar

Little Angel huddled, shivering and sobbing, in the shadow of a large bank of dirty clouds outside of Heaven’s Gate.  Gusts of cold north wind tugged at his mud-spattered robe and tangled the feathers of his wings, forcing him to burrow deeper into his hiding place.  He knew he should get up and go home, but he couldn’t face his friends.   If it didn’t get any colder, he’d sneak home after dark. 

COYOTE PUP

                                                 COYOTE PUP

Coyote Pup awoke amidst a puppy pile of sisters and brothers, burrowed into Mother Coyote’s warm belly, on that terrible sunny, summer day.

Black Wind Part 7

                                                Black Wind Part 7

            Madelaine walked in as Billy lifted Harry onto the kitchen table.  Grandmother sat on a kitchen chair near the living room doorway.  Mrs. Hanson stood in front of the cookstove, her hand over her mouth and tears in her eyes as she watched Dr. Wiley carefully uncover the shoulder wound.  “At least it isn’t bleeding,” the veterinary said as she examined the gash.  

Black Wind Part 6

                                                BLACK WIND  Part 6

            Two weeks after Black Wind’s return, Madelaine lay on the bed in Mrs. Hanson’s guestroom, staring at the ceiling.  Maybe she’d been wrong and Uncle David wasn’t going to bother them anymore.