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Title: Savage Moon
Author: Cassie Edwards
Publication Info: Dorchester 2002
Genre: Historical: Other
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“Misshi, you are in such deep thought. What were you thinking about, little sister, that made you smile so sweetly?”
No way dude. Do not ask what her thoughts were. I cannot handle an incest subplot. It’s only page 6.
“You, big brother, you.”
She reached over and placed a hand on his knee.
“Maybe I’d best not ask what your thoughts were, but you were smiling, weren’t you?”
For the record: I was not smiling
“It tears at my heart to know that such a man has my sister.” He would hunt down Chief Bear and kill the savage himself. If… she…was still alive!
Note: ellipses are for em…pha…sis….
“Son, your tepee awaits you. Foods that you kill will cook over the flames of the fires. I have taught you not only how to be a strong leader with the right morals, but I have also taken the time to teach you the art of cooking, since you and your braves will not have mothers, or daughters, or even cousins to cook for you.”
Heaven forbid he not have the right morals, or that the reader not be informed of them through wooden dialogue! And clearly his mother’s other Indian name: JuliaFuckingChild.
When she saw the lifeless body…she knew the one lying there was her husband. Signing with relief, for she did love the man no matter the havoc he wreaked everywhere he went, she fell to her knees.
Of course she loves him. He kills people in fits of rage and she has had to send her only child away for his own safety. How can you not love a man like that?
He was devoted to his small group…. And with a woman by his side, giving him the nourishment of her love, could he not be twice the leader he was said to be today?
Sounds like Soaring Hawk is really just tired of cooking for himself.
My heart is heavy. I cannot put everyone in danger only because the boy in me wants to go to my mother.
What a weenus
Misshi signed happily. She had adapted well to life with these kind Shoshone. She had even dyed her hair black with the stalks of a root called we-sha-sha so that she could look like an Indian. She was so very fond of her life as an Indian maiden that she was averse to the idea of going back to live in the white world.
Looking for the backstory of how she adapted to this new life? This is all you get
“It seems that fate today has arranged that you and my adopted daughter should finally meet. Perhaps it is the will of the spirits. I am not one to argue with fate.”
Fate, huh? Chief Stepfather clearly studied his Greek and Roman mythology in Indian chief school.
“My son is too astute to take such bait…. He is a man who prays and whose prayers are answered. In his prayers he sees his mother well and strong.”
Part of those morals she taught, huh? Christian rhetoric towards prayer? In my prayers I see myself with no recollection that this book exists.
He had to see to Chief Bear’s demise. Of late he had discovered he had a talent for singing. He couldn’t help wondering how it would feel to perform before an audience in St. Louis’s beautiful opera house.
See? I was not kidding. Opera + Lisp = Subtle reference to gayness and therefore teh evil.
He was sure she had feelings for him, and that knowledge made his loins ache with need of her. He wanted her with him always!
When a man you have never met before realizes his loins ache with need of you…now THAT is Impulse. Or VD.
“Soaring Hawk, is it not time for your blankets to be warmed by a woman’s body? Does not Misshi stir your loins?”
That would be her stepfather talking. At this scene I crossed my legs and felt ill.
She gasped, embarrassed by Washakie’s openness in speaking about Soaring Hawk’s loins!
I did not want to know about his loins, either, but no one asked me.
But nearby, glittering evil green eyes watched them from high above, soon to make a beautiful moon become suddenly…savage.
Did you miss that? The moon is…savage? Like the title of the book? Yeah? You got that? Ok then.
Because life was harsh here in Wyoming land.
It is pretty fucking awful here in Jersey land because I am still reading this goddam piece of shite book.
“Do you truly think I can learn how to ride a horse again?”
“You will ride, you will feel the freedom of riding, and you will feel the joy it brings to your heart.”
Yeah. Subtle, there, Mr. Hawk. Also, would the concept of a heart properly belong in Shoshone vernacular?
“When I wish to be alone with my prayers, I come to this secret place. One day, though, it will be discovered by whites.”
‘You mean like the one next to you? You want to offend the girl who stirs your loins?
“It is so beautiful,” Misshi sighed.
Never mind. She is too stupid to be offended.
A blaze of urgency filled her as his tongue continued to pleasure her in a way she would have thought forbidden. But the wild exuberant passion it created within her made her uncaring of society’s rules.
What society? Does Native American society forbid oral sex? Or was she thinking of Regency society?
“Nei-com-man-pe-ein, I love you, woman,” Soaring Hawk said huskily, then crushed her lips with a heated kiss and ground his body into hers until they both moaned.
Probably because it hurt. Ow.
“Those responsible for this kill might be close enough to grab you.”
“Then go and I will go with you; I shall keep my eyes closed.”
Can I keep my eyes closed, too? For the rest of the book?
He knew that this night would not pass without their coming together as lovers!
Chiefs who speak in exclamation points are probably lousy in bed, though.
In Shoshone and Bannock the North Star is called Wa-se-a-ure-chah-pe, and then there is Ursa Major which his also called the Seven Stars and The Wagon. It makes its revolution around the polar star, pointing toward it. This is the secret of how my people travel by night when there is no moon.”
Time to show off a small amount of research!’
“I love the Milky Way.” I love how it is called moch-pa-achon-ka-hoo, the backbone of the sky.”
This is one hell of a Wiki article she read.
“We also believe the Aurora Borealis is a cloud of fire.”
At least, we believe it because the internet says we do.
Nothing had stopped Chief Bear’s hate until that bullet entered the base of his skull and rendered him almost a vegetable.
Yes. Native Americans totally used that phrase to describe catatonic people.
Misshi turned toward White Snow Feather. She tried to ignore the resentment in the depths of the woman’s eyes.
“White Snow Feather, I can never forget what Chief Bear did to my family, and I’m not sure I can ever forgive him, but if Soaring Hawk can bargain for his release, I will not interfere.”
Just that quickly, the antagonism White Snow Feather had felt for Misshi was gone.
You mean your conflict with your mother in law is not solved this easily?’
His father wasn’t even aware when Soaring Hawk could no longer hold back his tears and took Chief Bear into his arms. “Oh, Father, is it I. It is Soaring Hawk who has come to take you home to Mother.”
What a weenus.
“This is our special night. My woman, I have not even played my flute of love for you.”
NO NO NO. DO NOT PLAY YOUR FLUTE OF LOVE.
He was proud of her knowledge of the Shoshone way of healing. She knew so much, no Shaman was required to ensure Soaring Hawk’s health.
She is a regular powerhouse of healing, yet she is dumb as tree bark.
“See the dried material on the very tips of the sharpened stone arrowhead?” Soaring Hawk said, pointing toward it. “The points of these arrowheads have been dipped into a mixture of pulverized ants and the spleen of an animal that has been allowed to decay in the direct rays of the sun,” Soaring Hawk said grimly. “This rotten mixture combined with rattlesnake venom is the deadliest of weapons.”
Hey! It is CSI: Shoshone!
Misshi fell to her knees. “Finding these scalps and these arrows proves that my brother has been killing whites and making it look like the work of Indians.”
Or merely that he likes to kill people and keep souvenirs under his floorboards. Nice aroma. Hides the crazy person smell.
“During council, I had a premonition you weren’t safe.”
Nah. Really they were about to form a task force and he ran out of there before they appointed him to it.
“Big brother, who was the true savage! You were, Dale, you were.”
Yeah. You were. In case you missed all the scalping earlier, gentle reader. In ironic twist: white brother = savage.
“These flowers will help erase the ugliness I just went through.”
Where are my fucking flowers that can erase the ugliness I went through!? SOMEONE GET THOSE HEALING MEMORY ERASING FLOWERS ON THE PORCH - STAT!