What if it Snows?

I was filled with fear and wanting to escapeI I pushed back on the animal skins which covered me, but, the old man - wrinkled and covered with some kind of paint or tattoo - smelling unmistakably of mesquite - quelled my movement by placing his had firmly on my chest and indicating with a sushh that I remain lying down and quiet. He then placed his hands over my eyes indicating that I close them and began a chant which eased my mind and comforted me. I listened and after a while I couldn't resist peeking. To my horror he appeared as an owl. His touch reaffirmed my need to remain calm. But when I glanced again he appeared as a wolf. Again, his hand gestured that I comply and stay still.

 

####. This is almost like the Carlos Castenda of western fiction.

 

Then a feeling of bliss overtook all of my fears and when I looked I was standing with the old man in a field of tall grass amidst a herd of elk. We then rose high above the field and journeyed into the stars. I gazed on things I can only describe as wonderous. I asked how is this possible and abruptly found myself on my back in the hut all alone.

 

This is YOUR story, right?

 

Yes

 

Are you going to publish? I would pay to read the entire story. Consider self publishing as an ebook.

 

Tony Hillerman also comes to mind regarding the tone and style. I'm a big TH fan.

 

Thanks... it's fun to write.

 

Do it.

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