Synopsis

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Three couples learn the pivotal essential of love–and friendship. Respect! And, their brothers and sisters aren’t only of the human persuasion, but are just as worthy of this consideration. It sometimes seems that these extraordinarily perceptive animals should be the actual ruling species–or at least the link to the “Powers That Be”–and our spiritual awakening.

Rose’s search for the most magical, yet secret, of spirit animals–the unicorn--has led her to the Badlands of South Dakota. Enchantingly, music drifts on the air and animals gather near–one of which is a phenomenal dog with a warrior’s spirit.

Willow follows the shaman’s path of his ancestors. Trying to alleviate the stresses of civilization, Willow and his mentor, Grandfather, nurture Rose and slowly her soul begins to heal. Rose, now called Red Flower, embarks on her own vision quest. Afterward, although seemingly in love with Rose, Willow withdraws from his white lover.

A despondent Rose hears of a “Great White Stallion,” held captive for 50 years, and travels an underground river flowing within the Black Hills to rescue him. Viciously attacked, even as her spirit animals warn her, Rose flees, falling into the arms of her enlightened soul mate.

This story will have its ending somewhere in the Mediterranean, on an island that is a legend in and of itself, as Rose encounters the embodiment of her inner spirit, and a mystical creature from an ancient bloodline takes to wing.

Excerpt

They were trying to lasso him with an old rope. He had so far eluded them, and they were mad. They were kicking at him, at each other, and even the rocks and bushes on the ground.

Grandfather started shouting. He'd forgotten everything he'd ever tried to teach his people about being a community and a family-or that they were his sons. "Hey there, hey there-get out of there...you sumsbitches. Let him alone..get away from him...I'll beat you do death. I'll send you straight to the Great Spirit, you sumsbitches...I'll...kill! you. I'll kill you all."

But it was too late. With blood curdling yells, they surrounded the young stallion. He whinnied, all bravado gone.

“No!” I screamed. “Don’t...Don’t hurt him...Don’t hurt him...” A vivid picture of Dog's bloodied body flashed in my mind's eye. Willow was cursing them, and Grandfather was still threatening them with a maddened voice.

The colt was pawing the ground. He reared up, touched down, then reared back up when one would get too close. It was a macabre dance. By this time, the mare was shrieking, madly. Either in warning to her colt, or threatening the men; or both.

The men had stopped trying to encircle him, and had, finally, started moving him toward the edge of the precipice. If they couldn’t have him, no one would. The mist was getting thicker, but in between threads of the fog, I could see his shoulders and chest muscles convulse. Rocks and dirt fell as he struggled against the wave of humans trying to force him to the edge.

He reared up, one last time; striking out, blindly, with his hooves. The men roared in enraged pain, but, in the end, there were still too many of them and he was, after all, just a baby. With a thin whinny, he slid over the side and was gone in the mist.