Leotie. Flower of the Prairie

By David Rory O'Neill

Historical fiction, Paranormal, Literary fiction | eBook


A novella exploring time and relationships. For Leotie, growth shaped her life in dramatic and not always welcome ways. Her childhood in the small settlement of Azure in the lee of the Bear Paw Mountains of Montana was happy and normal. Her mother, father and two brothers were all normal reasonably content folks with few of the hang-ups and problems reservation life can bring to native peoples. The Chippewa and Cree tribe of the Rocky Boy reservation had been astute and careful with their resources, their income from natural resources and later, the Northern Winz Casino, among other modern developments meant a higher standard of living than was usual on reservations. As the girl reached pubescence things changed. She began to have visions and was troubled. The shaman woman spoke to her and saw she had the magic. She became apprenticed. As she grew to womanhood Leotie suffered as she grew rounder, taller and more beautiful than her cousins and sisters and aunts. She was no longer of her band and they called her names and thought her mother must have lain with a white-man so they called Leotie: Métis-Mistik, meaning ‘mixed-race tree.’ No more flower of the prairie, Leotie left her band and her lands and travelled west.


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A novella exploring time and relationships. For Leotie, growth shaped her life in dramatic and not always welcome ways. Her childhood in the small settlement of Azure in the lee of the Bear Paw Mountains of Montana was happy and normal. Her mother, father and two brothers were all normal reasonably content folks with few of the hang-ups and problems reservation life can bring to native peoples. The Chippewa and Cree tribe of the Rocky Boy reservation had been astute and careful with their resources, their income from natural resources and later, the Northern Winz Casino, among other modern developments meant a higher standard of living than was usual on reservations. As the girl reached pubescence things changed. She began to have visions and was troubled. The shaman woman spoke to her a...


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What sort of writer am I? Take DH Lawrence's sensuality and sensitivity, mix in a big dollop of John Steinbeck's earthy humor and truth, spice with a dash of Joyce's inventiveness and bawdyness. Sprinkle in a spot of Becket's radical originality. Cook in a slow simmering cauldron over an Irish peat fire given extra heat by the Scots/Irish hard burning coal and dish up in a new bowl of non-conformist Belfast manufacture. That's me. These are big names to live up to but I try. I live in beautiful and splendid isolation on the side of the Galtee mountain near Mitchelstown, Co. Cork Ireland. I'm a bit of a cultural orphan - but thanks to the beloved B, and a cat with issues called Bobby - I'm very happy in our eclectic art and book filled rural nest.


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What sort of writer am I? Take DH Lawrence's sensuality and sensitivity, mix in a big dollop of John Steinbeck's earthy humor and truth, spice with a dash of Joyce's inventiveness and bawdyness. Sprinkle in a spot of Becket's radical originality. Cook in a slow simmering cauldron over an Irish peat fire given extra heat by the Scots/Irish hard burning coal and dish up in a new bowl of non-conform...


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