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Post 2 of 4 From my “Daughters” Series

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A 3-minute video at the end of this post gives facts about prostitution & human trafficking; also, look for a sales annoucement.
(Including announcements of upcoming Books 4 & 5)
Daughters is my continuing series based on the fact of human trafficking in America.
Eighteen-year-old Emma is the strong female lead in all books of the series.

Daughters Book 2, Emma Gets Payback (45,000 words) (female POV)

Emma, 18 (originally appeared in Daughters, Book 1, The Heartbreak of Human Trafficking.)
Six months have gone by. Emma and her new best friend, Alexis, also rescued from prostitution, leave the safety of Abundance, Montana, and the home of her foster father, Bailey Forbes, to head 200 miles back out into the cold world. But the University of Montana, Wyman, should be safe. After all, it’s a university, with security guards and campus police, and professors, and many other adults to look after the new students.
Unfortunately, Emma’s past comes back to haunt her right there on the campus. Alexis tells her she should call Bailey, but Emma determines to take care of things herself. And she maybe will be able to, as she and Alexis are both taking an evening self-defense class that includes some Taekwondo.

Excerpt from Chapter 6 “First John, Again”
Rodney was in Book 1, but never named
Marcus is Rodney’s helper
The professor will be one of Emma’s instructors

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“Why do you have your hand over her mouth?” a bearded man in a fireside-looking brown tweed coat asked.
Rodney removed his hand.
“Young lady, are you here by choice?” the man asked.
What went through her mind was Rodney’s threat to spread her story through the campus, but if he did that she would leave anyway, and he wouldn’t get what he wanted. She felt she could be honest at this moment and maybe get away with it, “No.”
“What? Rodney, you said she was okay with it.”
“She is! She’s lying!”
“Young lady, are you lying?”
“No! I’ve never been okay with it! He’s forcing me!”
“Shut up!” Rodney released her but hit her in the stomach, “Hang onto her! He said to his buddy, “Okay, so she just got cold feet. She’ll still do ya, in fact me and Marcus here will hold her down.”
The man’s mouth fell open, “That’s rape….”
“Right, and you will participate, Mr. professor man, and according to you, you had no problem down in Vegas.”
“I—“
“You will do her or the word will go out that you bought a prostitute—“
“I’m not a prostitute!” Emma shouted, and turned enough to see what appeared as a look of dismay on Marcus’s face, like he had gone along with everything else but maybe would draw the line on rape. She forcibly turned more and looked him straight in the eye, “Marcus, please…!”
“That’s exactly what you are, baby, a prostitute—Marcus, hold her tight while I work on getting those clothes off!”
She next looked at the professor and saw what looked like horror on his face, too, but he evidently would go along with it—fucking wimp!
Rodney began on the buttons on her top. She closed her eyes, clinched her teeth, and held her breath, this can’t be happening again!

Excerpt from Chapter 12 “Dirk Pays”
Emma is a little upset that right after her Taekwondo night class she has to again meet Rodney, so, she takes her anger out on her first opponent, Dirk.
Connor is the main black belt trainer

The gloved fist arrived on her chest, right below her neck and above her breasts. The blow was placed in the perfect spot not to hurt her but to definitely jolt her, and she even seen a few stars, though not the kind that lights up the darkness. She went down as if being hit by a battering ram.
Her dear friend Alexis was at her side instantly, “You brute!” she shouted at Dirk.
“Alex, no, Alex—I’m all right! You should get back to your opponent…please…!” she said quietly.
Alexis stood, then helped Emma up, and threw Dirk a dirty look before returning to her own opponent, a girl Emma now finally noticed. She had been so into what she was going to do to Dirk that she had erased the whole rest of the world around her, but now she had to focus!
She opened her gloved hands and flexed them a couple times, then moved to within six feet of Dirk, stopped, stiffened, and bowed.
Dirk returned the bow, and the instant he stood tall again her right gloved hand nailed him in the forehead. It was the hardest punch she had ever thrown. She knew she wasn’t supposed to go for the head but she didn’t care, and she doubted—fearing worse humiliation—that Dirk would squeal on her.
Surprised, Dirk—probably seeing his own stars, the kind that turned blackness bright—couldn’t help himself but to step backward, and Emma followed up with a second punch thrown with her left hand, again to his forehead, then still another one in the same spot!
Dirk went down with the biggest surprise on his face that he likely had ever shown, and supported himself with both his hands and shook his head, and stayed down for at least ten seconds.
She waited with her arms stiff at her sides, Come on, mutherfucker—get up!
She found it hard to believe that she had let such a word slip from her even in her own mind, but it had. She glanced at Connor, who definitely was looking toward her. Had he seen that she threw an illegal punch—three illegal punches?! He might have missed the first one, but doubtless he would have missed the others.

Excerpt from Chapter 21 “A Good Cry”
Emma has just broken up with Sanders, her new boyfriend
Kristin is a new best friend
Bailey is Emma’s foster/now-adopted father

She kept holding her breath, and finally released, then took a breath and felt yet another tremble but a weaker one. She felt stronger, like the cry had done her wonders. If Sanders was with her right then she felt she would fuck the hell out of him right there in front of God and the whole world for giving her this chance to cry her eyes out, and grow stronger. Yes, she was stronger, and even though what happened had broken her heart, she knew she had been unfair to Sanders. But still, he had said it, so it must be strongly in his mind what she was, how he perceived her.
She stepped away from the tree and looked back at the street. He was gone. Good, and good riddance! She didn’t need him! She didn’t need anybody…except Alexis, and Kristin, and Bailey. She started crying again, not as hard and long as before, but still. Two students, a boy and a girl, both with wide eyes, stood about thirty feet away. Evidently they had witnessed her cry. Good for them! She waved.
The girl smiled and waved back, enthusiastically. The boy’s expression didn’t change, and waved weakly, just barely at all. The girl understood her cry. The boy didn’t. The boy pulled the girl closer and they walked away but the girl kept looking back.
Yes, the girl absolutely understood.
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Review:
4.0 out of 5 stars Four Stars, July 23, 2014
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The FBI estimates that well over 100,000 children and young women are trafficked in America today. They range in age from 9 to 19, with the average age being 11.
Thousands of young American girls have been abducted or lured from their normal lives and made into sex slaves. While many Americans have heard of human trafficking in other parts of the world — Thailand, Cambodia, Latin America and Eastern Europe, for example — few people know it happens in the United States.
UNICEF estimates that 2 million children per year are exploited in prostitution or pornography.
As many as 300,000 American youth may be at risk of commercial sexual exploitation at any time. Especially vulnerable are the homeless and runaways…one third of runaway youths—girls and boys both—will be lured into prostitution within 48 hours on the streets.
The life expectancy of a sex slave is just seven years; number one cause of death, homicide, number two, AIDs.

Book 1, The Heartbreak of Human Trafficking
(Emma is raped, abducted, placed in high end Las Vegas prostitution.)
Book 2, Emma Gets Payback
(Emma has escaped, she and new best friend, Alexis, have spent six months living with her foster father and renewing themselves, then she goes to college to pursue child psychology and criminal justice so that she can help other girls, but even in the so-called safety of a college campus, her past comes back to haunt her.)
Book 3, The Lure of Pornography
(2nd year of college Emma goes undercover into the dark world of pornography, to help take down a site brutalizing underage girls.)
Book 4, The Little Girl From Down the Street (Look for it early-to-mid 2015)
Book 5, Sorority Animal House (Look for it mid-to-late 2015)

Beginning Saturday, December 27, 2014 (meaning midnight, Friday) look for a free download at Amazon. Next week look for a free download for Book 3 “The Lure of Pornography”
Sorry, no music I could find matched this post very well, so here is three minutes of facts about prostitution and human trafficking.

Post 1 of 4 From my “Daughters” series

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(This post Includes first announcement of upcoming Books 4 & 5)
Daughters Book 1, The Heartbreak of Human Trafficking

The FBI estimates that well over 100,000 children and young women are trafficked in America today. They range in age from 9 to 19, with the average age being 11.
Thousands of young American girls have been abducted or lured from their normal lives and made into sex slaves. While many Americans have heard of human trafficking in other parts of the world — Thailand, Cambodia, Latin America and Eastern Europe, for example — few people know it happens in the United States.
UNICEF estimates that 2 million children per year are exploited in prostitution or pornography.
As many as 300,000 American youth may be at risk of commercial sexual exploitation at any time. Especially vulnerable are the homeless and runaways…one third of runaway youths—girls and boys both—will be lured into prostitution within 48 hours on the streets.
The life expectancy of a sex slave is just seven years; number one cause of death, homicide, number two, AIDs.

Daughters is my continuing series based on the fact of human trafficking in America.
Eighteen-year-old Emma is the strong female lead in all books of the series.

Book 1 The Heartbreak of Human Trafficking (40,000 words)
(Emma is raped, abducted, placed in high end Las Vegas prostitution.)
Book 2 Emma Gets Payback (45,000 words)
(Emma has escaped, she and new best friend, Alexis, have spent six months living with her foster father and renewing themselves, then she goes to college to pursue child psychology and criminal justice so that she can help other girls, but even in the so-called safety of a college campus, her past comes back to haunt her.)
Book 3 The Lure of Pornography (58,000 words)
( 2nd year of college Emma goes undercover into the dark world of pornography, to help take down a site brutalizing underage girls.)
Book 4 The Little Girl From Down the Street (Look for it early-to-mid 2015)
Book 5 Sorority Animal House (Look for it mid-to-late 2015)

Description Book 1
Emotion of any kind in the house where eighteen-year-old Emma grew up was a rare thing. When she disappeared it took some time before her aunt actually realized she was missing. Then a month went by, quickly. A little late to call the police. Aunt Evelyn knew of only one person who would care, would do something about getting her back, would do anything for Emma:
Bailey Forbes. If Emma’s mother—Aunt Evelyn’s sister—hadn’t died, Bailey would have married her and adopted Emma.
Yes, that was the plan. Little sister was so in love with that man…but little sister did die, and that changed everything. Auntie Evelyn allowed Bailey and Emma to have continued contact for a while, but it couldn’t go on. There was no blood involved, and Evelyn had never bought into the idea that blood wasn’t necessary for true bonding. But eleven years had passed. Would Bailey even remember? Or care?
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Excerpt from Chapter 4 “Voice of an Angel (Emma’s viewpoint)
That dream ended and Merle appeared again. He was smiling, at least his face was different, and his words, “That guy wants you to clean his house again.” That ‘guy,’ that guy’s name was Jackson, but Merle didn’t say it. He just handed her the address on a piece of dirty paper. Then her dream returned to that day. She remembered more. She remembered the face, the eyes, the eyes that held no emotions, no love, no nothing—
“Emma…?”
At last, someone calling her by her real name. Her dream switched back, way back, she was small and anticipating the new Walt Disney movie, but she couldn’t think of the name, but she was happy just thinking about it, knowing she would be happy for a little while watching it, but Aunt Evelyn said, “You can’t go.” Why? She wondered, but her aunt gave her no reason. She remembered being brokenhearted, and remembered other times when she wasn’t allowed to do something she really wanted to. But why? Why? WHY?
“Emma, wake up.”
She knew she was dreaming. She heard the voice and knew it was gentle and friendly, but even in her dream state she knew what awaited her when she awoke, so she didn’t want to wake up, and fought it.
“Emma, please wake up.”
A girl’s voice, young, like herself.
“Emma, you need to wake up, and eat something. You have to keep up your strength. They’ll keep hurting you no matter what, but they’ll hurt you worse if you don’t cooperate—Emma!”
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Excerpt from Chapter 17 “Trudy is Your Date” (Bailey’s viewpoint)
“Trudy…?”
“That’s her hooker name. The name ‘Emma’ was too…down home, I guess.” Heather glanced at him, “Yes, Bailey, she’s a hooker. I realize she’s only been gone a little over a month but that’s what she is now. A hooker. I keep using these words with you because I know you don’t like it. You want to believe that your little Emma is just like she was the last time you saw her, but she isn’t, Bailey. She might never again be as you want her to be. You have to get this accepted, so that when you do see her, you’ll be able to help her get past how she has been, and how she is.” The last Heather said with finality, and released a sigh, and lowered her head, slightly, “She might even like what she’s doing—some do, for a while, anyway—and if that’s the case…if she likes what she’s doing, she might even turn you in.”
He shook his head. Emma does not like what she’s doing. No way.
“And there’s the possibility she doesn’t remember you, Bailey…if she was only seven—“
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5.0 of 5 stars Victoria Gallinger, March 20, 2013
“Horrible. Life altering. Heart breaking. Incredible read. Could not put this book down hoping for light at the end of the tunnel so to speak…”
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Beginning Saturday, December 20, 2014 (meaning midnight, Friday) look for an Amazon Kindle Countdown Deal, running for 7 days and 2 price increments, first $0.99 for a few days, second $1.99 for another few days, finally back to the regular price of $2.99.
In the coming weeks look for the same Kindle Countdown Deal for the other books in the Daughters series.

Emma in the story did not run away, but she thought about it at times, so I think “Runaway” by Bon Jovi, is appropriate to end this post. (I really love Bon Jovi’s falsetto at the end.)

Post 6 of 6 From The Bellwether

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What follows is a list of the 57 chapters in this 700-page, 220,000-word novel. For the reader’s convenience, at the end of the TOC, both the digital and the paperback versions have descriptions of characters and short synopses of chapters. With the interactive TOC in the digital version, moving around the book is quite easy. Hope you enjoy!

Table of Contents

Part One Reunions, Gasps & A Last Chance
1 The Prophecy 9
2 Violent Preview 15
3 Caroline’s Double 22
4 Jacqueline’s Fear 30
5 Conception of a Colony 35
6 Proxy Reunion 43
7 You Will Lead 47
8 Scenario of a Master Race 64
9 George 74
10 Homecoming 83
11 Hallowed Courage Creek Affair Part 1 93

Part Two The Factory
12 Caroline 118
13 The Reunion 133
Interlude White House Diary (22 months before crash)
14 A Legacy: of Land & People 161
15 The Assassin 175
16 Caroline’s Indoctrination 188
17 Vivian 197
18 Graduation & Goodbye 211

Part Three Renaissance
19 The Capture 228
20 Paul Bacardi 242
21 The Winning 250
22 Erica 256
23 Princess Tongowari 262
24 John Running Light 274
25 The Sweat Lodge 287
Interlude: White House Diary: 11 Months Before Crash

Part Four The Activist
26 Conversation With Solomon 304
27 Last Wilderness 317
28 The Tree-removal & Drainage Bill 323
29 Hallowed Courage Creek Affair Part 2 337
30 The End of Boyhood 345

Part Five Prelude
31 The Decision 360
32 The Wilderness Bowl 368
33 The Crash 384
34 Escape From California 394
35 Soldier Meets A Nurse 414
36 The Scout 423
37 A Baker, A Banker 433
38 The Husbandman 448
39 The Gloryhunter 463
40 The Great Novice Assembly 468

Part Six The Trek North
41 The First Twenty-four Hours 505
42 The Matriarch 526
43 Fred Likken 537
44 Death Stench 549
45 Helm’s Marauders 558
46 A Present For Terri 578
47 Interstate Crossing 588
48 Deadly Shivaree 602
49 Carmen’s Vigil 621
50 The Lake of Embrace 634
51 Aaron Vs. Friskop 658
52 Birth, Death, Disillusion… 674
53 The Adolescent Man, & Woman 698
54 More Death, Despair… 715
55 The Siege 728
56 Advent 740
57 Aaron & Caroline 750
The Bellwether (character list 754
Main Characters (descriptions) 758
Synopses of chapters 765

Last post for “The Bellwether.” Beginning Saturday, December 13, 2014 (meaning midnight, Friday) look for an Amazon Kindle Countdown Deal, running for 7 days and 3 price increments, first $0.99, second $1.99, third $2.99, finally back to the regular price of $3.99, for this 700-page, 220,000-word novel.
Pre & post-apocalyptic
Adventure, environmental battles, sex & violence, a warm romance, and an epic 30-day, 300-mile trip by a contemporary wagontrain pulled by four-horse teams over agricultural fields and through forest, while dodging the American army and a marauding motorcycle gang.

This song by “Europe” “The Final Countdown” seems a bit apocalyptic, so, for the final post for The Bellwether, I think it is appropriate. I can’t tell, though, if the lead singer is a man or woman. She (or he) isn’t in the video long enough for me to tell….

Post 5 of 6 From The Bellwether

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From Chapter 40 The Great Novice Assembly

Caroline has continuously and frustratingly—for Aaron—refused to even consider going to the future colony, which she considers absolutely unnecessary. Aaron is tired of arguing and is running out of time, so, with help from his best friends, he decides to kidnap her, which puts him in the doghouse for a long, heartbreaking time. In little Jennie, though, he finds an ally.
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After just a few seconds the little girl in the photo sat up in bed and pulled the blanket to her chin and looked back at him. Her eyes were wide, her mouth was open slightly. She possibly could look very impish at a different time, as her mother had and still occasionally did. But the girl appeared to be very small.
He felt the plaque and photo against his rib cage. They could help just now. He looked at the photo. She was the same girl beyond a doubt but the photo’s expression had suggested she was bigger, older. He looked up again, “Hi,” he said.
“Hi,” she said back, her eyes maybe almost to smile but her face stayed sober. He held up the photo and plaque.
The little girl shook her head, positively.
He moved to her bedside and knelt at the side, about three feet away, and leaned against the bed slightly, “Sweetheart,” he said gently, “What do these two things mean to you?”
“Well,” she answered slowly, smiling just slightly, mouth opening more, exposing spaced teeth, “The picture is me.”
“And the name of the little girl in the picture?”
“I’m Jennie.” She answered cautiously, almost whispering but a grin creeping in, and, yes, a definite impishness in the eyes. He felt himself melting. It had taken exactly one minute to fall in love with Caroline’s daughter.
“Okay, Jennie,” he went on quietly, looking into her blue-gray eyes, remembering long ago when he first looked into her mother’s deep eyes, “What about the plaque of daisies? They were right side by side. They must both be important.”
Jennie shook her head positively, “They are!” she said in a loud whisper, “They’re Mom’s two favorite things! But I don’t know if I should tell you.
He expected that. He also expected that Jennie knew something somewhere was wrong but so far was trusting him, “All right, Jennie, I’m glad you feel that way. But what if you met someone who loves your mom as much as you do?”
Jennie’s eyes widened. Her mouth opened farther, “Do you love her?”
“Ye—”
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Okay, you, the reader, knows Aaron has just gotten rudely interrupted at a very important moment. Sorry, but you have to read the book to find out what happens next.
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(It takes to past page 340 for Aaron and Caroline to get together at all. But their on again/off again relationship is a true romance. So, in order for future reviewers not to yell at me for keeping them going forever, here is a taste of their love: Caroline is taking a bath in a lake and not expecting anyone.)
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From Chapter 50 “The Lake of Embrace”

Caroline’s wet skin appeared so soft, so very soft, so soft he knew lint would stick to that skin. The softness and whiteness flowed from where the shampoo lather ended, smoothly down her arms and back, and slim waist to full and lovely hips, to just above her buttocks and ended at the glassy, inky, color-reflective surface that allowed him to see no further.
He stared anyway, imagining a curvy, distorted continuance of her body, her buttocks, her thighs and calves, her ankles and feet. He felt strange staring, his whole body humming and buzzing, and embarrassed he felt, almost guilty. But that woman was Caroline.
He loved Caroline and was going to tell her so.
He took a step. The humming and buzzing intensified and whirled right out the top of his head. He trembled once, then took another step, and felt a new emotion, one saturating everything, his mind, his heart, his arms and legs and torso, and his groin, deepening there and spreading out again to every nerve-ending in his body. He took another step, didn’t feel the first icy shock of water, then knee-high and the water pouring into his boots, another step, then wading, seeing only Caroline, Caroline, Caroline!
Then a change in water-flow, or air-current, or just an innate sixth sense but she slipped the hanging towel to her front and turned.
“Caroline,” he raised his arms and waded on, “I love you.”

(Later, same chapter: Aaron has Caroline on his horse with him for the first time.)

The saddle creaked with her extra weight and the horse shied, and the instant she settled into place her arms glided around his middle and her breasts pressed against his back. Her feminine softness stirred him deeply, just as the last nights,
Last, all by themselves, with the temptation of falling behind, forgetting everything, finding some soft grass, making love and going to the stars, was Aaron and Caroline.
Aaron nudged his horse gently with his legs, and it moved ahead. Wow, he had just learned something. He felt Caroline move closer, just as close as she could get, gripping his upper body firmly but lightly too. Her face immediately behind his ear felt wonderful, as if some power in the universe had dictated to suspend her face there just for his gratification. Even with the wind of the ride sweeping past them he could feel her breath breathing energy onto him and into him, causing a floaty feeling with the world blurring past him, dizzying him in his love for her, expressed at last.
Aaron Hodges, you are in love.
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Just 1 post left. Soon look for a Kindle Countdown Deal beginning at $0.99, regularly $3.99 for this 700-page, 220,000-word book. (Check the last post for when, where & what.)
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Since the test in this post suggests love and romance I thought “The Power of Love,” one of my favorite love songs from Celine Dion would be appropriate.

Post 4 of 6 From The Bellwether

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From Chapter 25 The Sweat Lodge
(Paul Bacardi, Iroquois, as a child, for his safety, was moved to Minnesota to the Embrace Lake Reservation. He grew up to enter college, change his name upon graduation and became a lawyer with rich white clients. The appearance of Princess Tongowari begins to change his attitude; he later reinstates his Indian name, John Running Light.)
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“Now we go down,” Buffalo Walker went on, “There is still time to construct the sweat lodge. We will sweat and fast tonight, and fast tomorrow, and bathe in the cool water.”
“It will seal a bond between the three of us,” Tongowari added, looking first at the Apache, then at John, “And no matter what will happen tomorrow or next year, we will have this night together.”
Buffalo Walker started down. Tongowari glanced at John once more, then followed. John stood for a moment. In Tongowari’s eyes he had seen perennial love, a love withheld but present nonetheless, and waxing. All his life before then, his work as a white man’s lawyer, his time with Roanna, his years in the white schools, all, he would leave there on the jutting rock and follow the two before him to an ancient ceremony, one to be carried out in the most primitive of method that would relieve him of all the pressures and heartaches of ten thousand yesterdays, and prepare him for all the pressures and heartaches and happiness of ten thousand more tomorrows.
He followed.
His feet picked out the easiest, safest, most noiseless of path. His eyes took in the patriarchal pines, the sunlight filtering through them and bouncing and splashing among the shadows. His ears heard birdsong, buzzing insects, the foliage-subdued sound of falling water ahead of them. His nose sensed the tang of decay, the zestiness of pine sap, the piquancy of wildflowers. And his hands felt the texture of tree bark as he passed, the literal feel of the air around him.
John Running Light felt at last like a real Indian, and alive.
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From Chapter 30 The End of Boyhood
(We’ve all known women like Vivian, sweet, innocent, trusting; she has five children all from different men, and all abandoned her when she wouldn’t agree to an abortion.)
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Vivian kept her lip bit. She felt alone, painfully alone and cold, even with the van’s heater going. Her whimsical picnic had turned into a nightmare, and how to explain to the children why the food was barely touched. Why had she let her emotional and physical desires override everything, and how could she ever, ever, explain that she had let another man take advantage of her—oh!
There wouldn’t be any need for explaining anything really. Her face would tell them
everything. Jock and Brenna would know for sure—oh!
She shut her eyes and realized she was worried only about the petty things. The most urgent thing wouldn’t be known for days, maybe a full month. She knew how irregular her periods were—she knew!
I can’t be pregnant again, oh, God! I can’t be!
She clenched her fists in the darkness. She was aware from the moment of saying ‘yes’ to a date the predicament that could arise from it. But she had flung reason to the wind, just as she had five times before. How could Aaron have been so deceitful? So completely sweet and innocent—oh! Oh! OH!
But not his fault any more than hers. She had craved his loving attention just as he obviously had craved hers. But she had been so sure that more dates, the meeting of her children, and marriage would eventually be the next steps. It should have been a natural, wonderful, wanted thing! Oh, God—Oh!
And after knowing the warm, loving, sweetness, of Aaron Hodges how could she ever, ever, ever, let Anson Helm touch her ever again? How could she ever allow herself to touch him again? How could she ever, ever, ever, do that awful thing he demanded of her again? Nearly every, every, every, day! God! No!
Tears almost came. She bit her lip harder and felt the skin break, and tasted blood. She snatched her hanky and blew her nose, gasped and snuffed a sob, choked the tears back and swallowed them.
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(You now know the 2 main characters and the 4 main secondary characters.)
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Just 2 posts left. Soon look for a Kindle Countdown Deal beginning at $0.99, regularly $3.99 for this 700-page, 220,000-word book.
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One more song for the Native American part of this novel. so that when the reader gets to the Sweat Lodge chapter it will mean more, and then the words by Vernon Foster about the dangers of Sweat Lodges by those who don’t understand and truly respect.
Finally, the song “Fallen” from the beautiful Sarah Mclachlan, for the long-suffering Vivian.

3rd Post of 6 From The Bellwether

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From Chapter 16 “Caroline’s Indoctrination”
(For Caroline’s college thesis she is writing a paper on the Native American and is visiting Embrace Lake Reservation in north-central Minnesota. Here she is speaking to Long Bear, a Chippewa elder.)
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Long Bear finally turned from the fire and faced her, “I have spoken enough on this subject. My granddaughter tells me you have come to learn of my people’s legends. Please, ask your questions.”
Caroline just stared. Her only question, right then, was what he had just maneuvered around. She wished Aaron could talk to the fanciful old man. They could sit and talk and encourage each other for hours and hours, while sensible people, like herself, kept the real world’s wheels turning.
Laughter and announcements came that the storm was over and the sun was shining.
Caroline stared at the old man for another second, and wondered if the real storm was yet to begin. She also wondered if Long Bear had any true idea of what he was talking about. Deep in her mind she thought he did. But the outward part of her mind that she depended on for day to day decisions and such, she didn’t know, “I think tomorrow will be soon enough for my questions, Long Bear. I promised my daughter a walk along the lakeshore tonight.”
“Is good, Curls of a Red Sun. Your small child is a truly beautiful person. I am sure she will grow to become as lovely as her mother.”
Caroline smiled, then turned to Jennie, and noticed Whooping Crow was still present and looking at Jennie, and Jennie was looking back.
“Take your child along the north shore,” Long Bear suggested, “It is most pleasant there.”
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Long Bear watched as the tall pretty woman with the red-auburn hair and her tiny, stiff-legged daughter in the yellow dress with blue markings moved out of the cabin. Then he moved to the door and continued watching as the mother and daughter, holding hands, walked to the edge of Embrace Lake, stood for a moment, then started down the south shore.
He smiled the way he smiled. So, the young teacher does go her own way. It is good.
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From Chapter 19 “The Capture”
(Daniel Friskop, a modern day mountain man, has been traveling around the country on foot. In the desert he decides he needs a horse, and makes a plan using a small Appaloosa mare, he has befriended, as bait to capture the horse he really wants, a Pinto stallion.) Aaron has—in a word—worshipped this man since childhood, and soon will have great need of him, to guide his horse-drawn wagontrain 300 miles from southern Minnesota farmland, cross-country, to northern Minnesota wilderness.
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From behind one of the strategic trees Friskop came out of his standing doze and blinked at the bright moon, then blinked again at the scene.
Appearing as a dappled double statue gripped in the overpowering realm of love stood two horses. The sides of their faces were touching, nuzzling each other as if two lovers petting, preparing for the joys and thrills to come later.
He loosed one lariat, checked the other and shook out a loop.
The two equines stood quietly, lost in their embrace. As a ghostly part of the night air the first loop settled over the majestic stallion’s head. In an instant of consciousness he tossed as at a fly, then returned to nuzzling the little mare. Friskop secured the first rope then quickly moved to the other strategic tree and sent the second loop snaking.
It landed.
Instantly he pulled it tight. Instantly the stallion recognized the odiousness of it and made an angry bellow, and lunged.
Confident of the opposite rope’s security Friskop whipped around the tree toward the vicious beast roaring at him. The knots all held. Halfway between the two trees the stallion jerked to a stop, caught in the throes of a trap as strong as steel jaws.
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(When Friskop reappears in Chapter 32 “The Wilderness Bowl” he will have both horses with him. The Pinto Stallion’s name is Horsefire; the Appaloosa mare’s name is Applechaser. Plus two more wild animals have joined him, Julian, a wolf-dog, and Satire, a lynx, who rides on the back of Horsefire behind Friskop.)
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Since a Native American elder appeared in this post I thought it appropriate that we hear a real elder speak. This elder is Hopi, but he says many of the same things as the elders in “The Bellwether.” Much of “The Bellwether” is based on Native American prophecy. That, in my novel, is fiction. I wasn’t aware of the prophecy this elder speaks of. Maybe we should listen….