EXCERPT : Native Spirit

White Hawk called all the creatures of the forest. "My animal friends please show me the way in which Half Moon has been taken."

White Hawk was in a daze, as he climbed the mountain in its winding formation. He glanced over the mountain's edge, revealing the openness of the land below. The creek was almost as if it was not even there because the water barely moved -- frozen by the cold weather.

White Hawk realized he was alone. He wished he could be more dependent on himself. He must learn to cope on his own. He knew if he could get through this, then he would be strong enough in his later life to handle anything.

His horse startled, rearing up on its hind legs. Holding on tightly, glancing around the area, he finally saw what had spooked him.

A herd of wild horses grazed the land over the next hill range. White Hawk stopped, taking in the beauty of the sacred animals. They nudged on each other, showing affection.

The herd consisted of many different colors, but one caught White Hawk's eye. It was of the purest white, with sparkling blue eyes. It stared, eventually galloping toward him.

As it got closer, White Hawk sensed this to be a very sacred animal. The color of white was a sign of sacredness. He climbed off his horse, tying him to the nearest boulder, but keeping focused on the pure white one.

As he coaxed it closer, the blue eyes fixed on him. He waited patiently, squatting down by the rocks. It walked closer.

White Hawk decided that he would wait for as long as it took to capture this sacred animal's heart. He realized time was of the essences but something from the spirit world told him that he must get the white horse.