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How Charity Sunday works: for every comment made on this blog post, I will donate money to the charity named. The same promise is made for every blog site listed in the group–click the Linky Links link at the bottom of this post to see the list of participants and read\/comment on any of them to see a donation go to that blogger’s charity. We’re all different! Thanks for your help and your participation!<\/p>\n
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This month, I\u2019d like you to know about St. Joseph\u2019s Indian School<\/a>. I probably never would have heard about St. Joseph\u2019s except for my mother and aunt. They both contribute to the school as part of their tithing, and for years I\u2019ve heard about what a good job the school does to help children of the Lakota Sioux nation. Maybe Mom and my aunt feel a kin to the Sioux because they live in Sioux<\/em> City, or because they have family in Yankton, South Dakota, where we once attended a Sioux pow-wow, or maybe because Mom has genealogical records showing she has an ancestor who was Sioux. Whatever the reason, Indian children in the U.S. deserve our help. If you have doubts, just read any article about life on the reservations and you\u2019ll see.<\/p>\n St. Joseph\u2019s has taken on no small mission: Child poverty and abuse are serious issues on Indian reservations. By supporting St. Joseph’s Indian School, you are helping Native American children in need reestablish pride in their culture by learning the Lakota language, studying Native American culture and healing the broken family circle from which they come.<\/p>\n Our organization provides an opportunity for Lakota (Sioux) children to escape extreme poverty and abuse when they attend St. Joseph’s Indian School.\u201d<\/p>\n I hope you will comment and give your support to my support of this special Charity Sunday!<\/p>\n Blurb: John Eagle and his best friend, Gus Brannigan were led to the white woman on the rock by John’s totem, the eagle, but he doesn’t know why. He understands only that he’s now responsible for the green-eyed beauty. When a crisis erupts, John is surprised by Maire’s determination to come with him and Gus as they cross the desert in search of a murderer. Long before their search ends, the men commit their hearts and bodies to the woman. But does she reciprocate?<\/p>\n Excerpt: Augustus Brannigan, Istaka, Coyote Man, as John thought of him, was John\u2019s best friend. He knelt beside the woman and felt her wrist. \u201cJohn, we have to get her some help.\u201d<\/p>\n John stilled his mind so he could feel what was right. Looking up, he caught sight of his kindred spirit, the golden eagle, soaring high in the sky.<\/p>\n Gus sat back on his heels and pushed his hat back with his thumb. \u201cI wonder how long she\u2019s been out here.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDays.\u201d<\/p>\n Gus looked up, brows raised. \u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n John shrugged. He couldn\u2019t explain it to a non-Indian. Even a man as close to him as a brother, like Gus, wouldn\u2019t understand that an eagle had appeared in his dream last night and indicated that he should come to this spot on the mesa. Just now he sensed that the eagle had watched the woman for two days. Why she was so important, he didn\u2019t know. But coming here and rescuing her meant he assumed responsibility for her. On some basic level, they belonged to each other because of his act. He wasn\u2019t at all sure he wanted that. Life already held enough complications.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019ll take her to Bacavi,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n Gus expressed surprise. \u201cYou don\u2019t think we should take her to that group of researchers? That\u2019s probably where she\u2019s from.\u201d<\/p>\n John looked up at the sky again. The eagle swooped toward the ground and then reversed course to fly up and toward the north, toward Bacavi.<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n It was time for Gus to shrug. \u201cWe can send word to them. And your village is a mite closer.\u201d<\/p>\n John strode to where they\u2019d left their horses and brought his back to where the woman lay, still unconscious. He jumped astride the saddleless horse. \u201cHand her up, will you, Gus?\u201d<\/p>\n His friend slid one of his arms under her shoulders and the other under her knees and scooped her off the rock surface. Turning, he lifted her to John, who fit her in front of him.<\/p>\n \u201cShe\u2019s a tiny thing, and light as a snowflake,\u201d Gus said. \u201cShe wouldn\u2019t have lasted out here much longer.\u201d<\/p>\n John agreed. The woman\u2019s head fell onto his chest, and his arms surrounded a body so slight he hardly noticed she sat there. He nudged his horse into a walk. Augustus went to his animal and climbed into the saddle. Without another word, the two slowly rode off the rock and away from the slot canyon where they\u2019d found the nearly dead white woman.<\/p>\n Once on the desert floor, they turned north and broke into a trot and then a gallop. Bacavi lay about two miles away on the third mesa of Hopi land. 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\n\u201cSt. Joseph’s is a Native American school dedicated to improving the quality of life for Lakota (Sioux) children and families. As an apostolate of the Congregation of the Priests of the Sacred Heart, St. Joseph\u2019s mission is to educate Native American children and their families for life \u2014 mind, body, heart and spirit. This mission drives our organization to educate and provide housing for over 200 Lakota (Sioux) children each year.<\/p>\n
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<\/a>My m\u00e9nage historical book, Maire<\/em>, tells how a Hopi Indian and his best friend save Maire O\u2019Ryan from a long and painful death on the desert\u2014and how she steals their hearts.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>Maire O’Ryan, an independent Carolinian bent on living life as she sees fit, is hurt on the Arizona desert, alone and miles from her colleagues. Her only comfort is the presence of an circling eagle above and the sense of a warm fur wrapped around her at night. After two days, delirium keeps her from knowing whether her rescuers are real or dreams. Either way, they’re delicious.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>John Eagle had known when he followed his spirit that he would find something unexpected and special at the end of the flight. That\u2019s the way it always happened when he flew with his totem. But he had never imagined he would find a woman, a beautiful white woman about to die from thirst and snakebite.<\/p>\n