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304 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1998
I was still but a child then, sitting lopsided by the fire, clutching the wooden spoon in my small hand, yet I remember the feeling, no I remember knowing, even then - that I was misplaced. You belong with the horses, my mind whispered. My eager heart could only whicker a soft response.
...Day after day I pushed that stick through the foamy mare's milk, waiting for it to ferment into the drink so enjoyed by my father and his brothers. The most stifling of tasks, until I discovered that the sloshing echo could be coaxed into hoofbeats: Thud. Sl-slosh. Thud. Sl-slosh. The cadence reawakened my heart, sent it bucking.
..."Carry me in the saddle with you," I cried. Always his stubby fingers tousled my black hair. "No, Oyuna," he would answer, shaking his head. "You are our only child - too precious to let bad luck find you again. Better you stay inside. You are not made to ride." He tried to fasten his words on me like hobbles.
My mother used to say, "When happiness settles upon you like a butterfly, sit very quiet and remember the colors."