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Eagle's Nest
Olga Vest Button
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Stone Eagle and his children, Luna and Clay, nestle into their make-shift tepee home, pitched behind his grandmother’s old house. Luna gets a special welcome, a visit from her recently departed mother, Star, whose spirit visits Luna in a form of a hummingbird. Luna tells her dad about the visit, but he’s sure it’s just her imagination. Luna blows a kiss to Star as she whooshes into the sky and transforms into as evening star… It twinkles.

Stone has the burden of Star’s mother Mooncloud, being ill and her passing. He has to keep his promise to rebuild the destroyed tree house for his children.

Someone is keeping Stone from finding proof that his deed is recorded, which shows the house is rightly his. He has searched for records in El Reno, Star’s home town, and found the original papers to his property. Through Court house records he discovered that Deputy Henson, a crooked Judge and Lawyer tampered with his grandmother’s oil rich deeds. Chief Sugarfoot promised to look into it.

The yellow, striped with black, day lilies and wild red roses spilled from one of Stone’s muscular arms as he trotted back to the stream. His other arm carried a clay urn sporting, what appeared to be, a Native American painting. "Luna. Clay. Come say good-bye to Mother."

"Is that painting some of Star’s work?" asked Ms. Tess.

"Yes, I kept a lot of her art. When I see it, I get a little sad. But if I parted with it, I would really be sad," Stone said.

Luna and Clay turned and moved to his side. Everyone grew very quiet and Stone heard the water babbling across the smooth round stones.

Clay spoke out, turning back to Mother Mooncloud and said, "We’re going to see Mommy." He looked up to his father, his large brown eyes filled with hope and asked his father, "Where is Mommy?"

"She’s not here, Clay," Luna whispered. "We’re going to pretend." She looked up to her father and spoke a little louder, "Aren’t we, Daddy?"

Mother Mooncloud started to speak, but held up as Stone answered Clay.

Stone looked down and said, "Luna, your mother will always be at your side and Clay’s when you need her. And, sometimes she’s with your Grandmother or me. She will be with you whenever you need her."

The children and Stone stepped to the edge of the stream and joined Mother Mooncloud and Ms. Tess.

Stone raised the urn toward the sky and Mother Mooncloud started to sing. Her voice was beautiful and the others joined in. The song was as old as the Cherokee Nation itself, the song’s name long forgotten. As they sang, Stone passed a portion of the flowers he held to Luna, Clay and each of the women.

He turned and lifted the lid from the clay urn and set the pot and lid on the ground behind him. He reached into the pot first, grasped a handful of ashes, and watched as each of the others followed suit. Stone held his arm out over the stream; particles trickled to the ground from his tightly clasped hand. The song ended as Luna withdrew her hand from the pot and held it out, over the stream.

Stone spoke softly, "As we say farewell to Star, we are reminded of her love and buoyancy of spirit. We will miss her and treasure her eternal love for all the days of our lives. "Into your hands, Great Father, we commend her body, soul, and spirit to you."

Stone tossed the large handful of ashes out, over, and into the stream.

Each of the others, almost simultaneously, pitched their handful of ashes into the air and the particles mixed over the stream. A spectacular ruby-throated, blue hummingbird materialized from the center of the cloud of ashes. Its wings fluttered and shimmered as if sprinkled with fluorescent green pixie dust. The tiny bird darted to Stone, the children and lastly, to Mother Mooncloud. Finally it disappeared into a nearby shrub, leaving the group at a loss for words.

Luna watched the bird fly into the brush, her mouth open and her eyes glazed.

Stone released the last of his ashes and watched them mix with the water and disappear downstream.

"Daddy, did you see the bird?"

Olga Vesta Button, born in Texas, raised in Oklahoma. She is the mother of three sons, and is a grandmother. She lives in a rural area west of Mustang, Ok. She enjoys the peaceful Country, a plus for quiet concentration and writing.

She has published short stories. Her first novel is "Phoenix Farm, 2001, the second novel, in 2003, "Run Joy, Run”, received great reviews and a special review in Oklahoma’s state Newspaper… Both novels published by---Wings ePress.

She has attended classes with Professors, Dwight Swain and Jack Bingham. And scripting with Doctor Andrew Horton of (film and Video Studies,) at the University of Oklahoma.

She enjoys attending conferences as well as local writers group meetings. She has taken two screen writing classes and is currently completing two novels of which she adapts into screenplays.

Fiction Books :: Fantasy Books :: Epic Books

ISBN: 159088728X
ISBN(13-digit): 9781590887288
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings e Press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 252
Paper Weight (lb): 10.6

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