MELINDA ELMORE --

My guest this week is an honored member of Cambridge Who's Who for 2011-2012, Melinda Elmore. Melinda states Native American Romance and Native American mysteries are her passion. She hopes to reveal in her books the uniqueness of the American Indian. Welcome to Vintage Vonnie. Share with us your passion about Native Americans.

I grew up with the fascination of the American Indian. My love for them grew by leaps and bounds as I read about them. I wanted to show, in my writings, of the proud people that the American Indians truly are. They show honor and respect for all living things. If I can capture just a small portion of that in my writings then that would be an added bonus for me. I feel truly blessed in my efforts to reveal how special Native Americans truly are. I'd like to share an excerpt from my recent release from Desert Breeze Publishing, Native Spirit -- 

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.
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Melinda can be reached at her website:
http://www.melindaelmore.webs.com/  
or her blog:
http://www.melindaelmoreauthorofmysteryromance.blogspot.com/