Eagle Wings
Dick Williamson PhD
Author Bio
Dick began writing at the tender age of thirteen. While he was in the seventh grade his English teacher Mrs. Benjamin, entered one of his poems in the schools annual writing contest. A second place win was enough to kindle his interest in writing.
Dick grew up in Ohio and spent many of his formative years with his Oglala Lakota grandmother. Dick has completed a work of fiction titled In Black And White, about the experiences of two men in Viet Nam; one black and the other white. The book explores the consequences of war and forced separation and becoming friends in a racially divided world. Dick has written a novella called the Wanikiya that deals with the spirituality of the Lakota Indians. The work is written somewhat in the style of Kahlil Gibrans, The Prophet. He has also authored a humor book titled Almost Flying, dealing with the zany sport of racing pigeons. Dick has published a book called Justin, a story about deprivation and child abuse and has recently completed a work on Theology titled Nature of God.
Dick’s publishing credits include; a monthly by-line for National and Western Bow
Hunter Magazines for 15 years. He edited a book titled Blood Trails for rock star Ted Nugent. He wrote a monthly feature for Adventure Outdoors magazine for 5 years and 2 years for US Archer magazine. He has completed a book of humor currently under publication consideration and wrote a weekly sports column for a local newspaper.
Description
Eagle Wings is a compelling story of an Oglala, Lakota Indian living deep in the Canadian wilderness and raised by his uncle after their escape during the 1970s siege at Wounded Knee. Eagle Wings is raised by his uncle (Leksi) as a traditional and knows very little about contemporary civilization. In all respects he is living the life of his primitive forefathers until threatened by the modern world.
Book excerpt
Finally the snow diminished and became soft gentle flakes descending like willow down. The worst of it was over and enabled the two hunters to continue their pursuit. The open forest stretched as far as the eye could reach with green bows laced with thick snow juxtaposed beneath the gray sky, an ostensibly boundless prairie of winter ensign. The snow continued, and grew colder, but the hunters did not seem to mind. It was after all their domain and they knew every measure of it. Some places the snow heaped in long deep veins and they skirted around the drifts to ease walking. It was a comfort to Eagle Wings when he saw that the clouds were beginning to divide here and there. For that reason encouraged that greater time would be made in their travel, the Indian and his companion pushed on the remainder of the first day with enthusiasm. The winter season made sudden changes to the environs; spreading bits of glittering brightness through the wintry landscape at extraordinary interval. When the sun broke forth altogether free, the spruce were seen as fancy dancers laden with their snowy garments-each being judged for its original dress. Little Brother however did not seem to care for any of these things either deep or shadowy or powerful or alluring. He was the perfect forest wanderer and yet nothing seemed to surprise him in his venture. The wolf neither was undaunted in his travel and showed little wonder nor fears-nevertheless eagerly aware of everything within his keen senses. The hiking became easier along the fringe of the forest, which, of course had been invaded by lesser snow fall. In a short time the two passed a considerable bluff that turned sharply into a gradual valley where the trees were thinner in nature but slightly more of them. There were a number of fresh moose tracks followed closely by a quantity of intermingled wolf prints. They were scarcely a fourth of a day old which told Eagle Wings that he needed to be on the ready for a few stragglers that had not yet joined the main herd. The wolves were no doubt following the herd which should center their attention away from the Lakotan and his companion. They traveled a considerable distance, mostly through heavy forest, making modest headway in crossing small streams and running rather than walking most of the time, as the notion of falling behind the moose compelled them to hasten their step. Eagle Wings ascended a gradual rise and peered from the summit. The moose were bedded in a stand of timbers four hundred paces from their position.
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