Foreword The fictional story of Little Woods is a work of entertainment that I hope will provide readers with the genesis of contemplation of the repetitive nature of history and how the evolution of the 21st-century world governance is following a similar pattern as the developing governance of the United States in the 19th century. This novel might be categorically themed as the “local effects of globalization” and is the first of three planned manuscripts, each expanding in the scope of th...

The fictional story of Little Woods is entertainment that I hope will provide readers with a contemplation of the repetitive nature of history and how the evolution of the 21st-century world governance is following a similar pattern to the development of governance of the United States in the 19th century. This novel might be categorically themed as the “local effects of globalization” and is the first of three planned, each expanding in the scope of that theme. At no time should any reader ...

Pestilence Six Turkey, Red Tooth, and Wateska arrived in the Little Woods to the fanfare of a rescued village. Giggling children skipped after the mule and patted her flanks. “Six Turkey’s legend as a shrewd trader will live forever in the tales at our fires,” Ten Whelp cheered. Thank the Great Spirit that we can still call Mud Paw our brother, Running Fox thought. Wateska returns with her honor, even though Little Tail seeks to learn otherwise. “What did Wateska do?” Little Tail asked. “Did ...

Pestilence Six Turkey, Red Tooth, and Wateska arrived in the Little Woods to the fanfare of a rescued village. Giggling children skipped after the mule and patted her flanks. “Six Turkey’s legend as a shrewd trader will live forever in the tales at our fires,” Ten Whelp cheered. Thank the Great Spirit that we can still call Mud Paw our brother, Running Fox thought. Wateska returns with her honor, even though Little Tail seeks to learn otherwise. “What did Wateska do?” Little Tail asked. “Did ...

I would like to thank the academy, Dee Carter thought as she played the role of a reunited lover. “I didn’t know how to find you, baby. I checked your apartment. I called your cell. You were off the face of the Earth. You found me, though. That means you love me.” Dee kissed Stones’ collarbone because that was as high as her bloodied lips could reach, but Stones did not bend down to receive her kiss. She willed affection into her eyes. “My hero.” “Get off it.” Stones placed his hand on her f...

Mud Paw spied into the village center. “There is Dancing Doe.” “You forget that she is now called Wounded Doe among our people,” Wateska said. “She speaks aloud to the spirits. Few know the depth of her sorrow after her husband, Standing Bear, and children were taken by the smallpox. She sees their spirits beside her.” “Has Wounded Doe turned to witchcraft?” “Some whisper, yes. But none will openly speak against her. She goes her own way. She spends three days picking strawberries and return...

April Modern Day 2 Domino Effect From the back seat, Jill McCallum wondered how the new car smell could linger in the five-year-old, green Taurus driven by her best friend, Shashi Raj. Her other best friend, Trish Pilsner, sat shotgun and seemed oblivious to any sensory input beyond the sound of her own chirping banter. “Did you see that tight body on Bobby Robinson?” Trish tipped her head back over the passenger seat so that her long blond hair dangled freely behind her; then she reached out...

Goose Moon 1833 2 Homecoming “What goes? What stays?” Food entered Mud Paw’s pack first--enough dried meat, nuts, and tubers to sink the straps of his pack painfully into his shoulders. Next were arrows, bow, and tomahawk. He collected eight hawk feathers worthy of a ceremonial headdress. The pouches that he made from animal skins carried some of his possessions, but most of his accumulated tapestries and hides proved too heavy for his one-man caravan. He hid his excess wealth in a grove of t...

April Modern Day 2 Domino Effect From the back seat, Jill McCallum wondered how the new car smell could linger in the five-year-old, green Taurus driven by her best friend, Shashi Raj. Her other best friend, Trish Pilsner, sat shotgun and seemed oblivious to any sensory input beyond the sound of her own chirping banter. “Did you see that tight body on Bobby Robinson?” Trish tipped her head back over the passenger seat so that her long blond hair dangled freely behind her; then she reached out...

April Modern Day 1 An Offer Refused “Sweet Jesus, $130,000 on stupid basketball games.” Lloyd McCallum raked his fingers through his hair. “That ends my gambling. My online trading is finished too. I nurtured my stock portfolio to eighty grand. Marilyn didn’t know. It’s gone now. “I have to find a job. Any job. If I find something for, say, fifty grand, I can hold off the mortgage and utilities while I search for an upgrade. I don’t have to tell Marilyn, not right away, not while her doc stil...