White Horse

Section 5 Dance for a New Millenium Chapter 6

It is the day Wovoka will die but no one knows that yet. Other than that, it is a beautiful day, a clear sunny day with the gentlest of breezes to caress the skin. This is how the Paiute will tell it. The Ghost Dance prophet calls to a white horse grazing upon sweet flowers high atop a mountain peak. Wovoka has no sugar cubes, carrots, or lasso to help him. He is armed only with the sweet voice of a song. It is a beautiful horse, the color of snow. Wovoka calls and sings to the beautiful white mustang as a large crowd gathers to observe, watching the beautiful proud pony gallop down the steep mountain slope, running like the wind, mane and tail fluttering in the breeze.

As the horse runs towards the Ghost Dance prophet a tiny dark cloud forms in the heavens. The dark cloud follows the racing horse, tiny spears of lightning flashing. The crowd gasps, hoping the beautiful horse will remain unharmed. Rain falls, splashing in the hoof prints of the white horse. The dark cloud is growing as it chases the running pony. The lightning spears grow larger and longer, now reaching far enough to fall from the sky all the way to the earth, stabbing far below the soil. The rainstorm grows larger, giant drops of water bombarding the dirt on a clear blue day. The people fall to their knees, drinking the liquid blessings in the middle of this hot parched summer. The…