Thirty-two-year-old mixed blood John Strobaw, known to the Sioux as Medicine Hair, returns to his Turtle Crick Farm after a six-year exile on the Pine Ridge Reservation. Grief-stricken at the loss of his mate and lover Matthew Brand, known as Shambling Bear, at the Battle of Wounded Knee, he struggles to become a farmer again while fighting an internal battle to let go of the past and face his future. Will that future be with his best friend Winter Bird or with Pretty Face, an outrageous flirt who hasn’t yet decided who he is?<br><br>But before he can come to grips with this, John faces several battles. Will his former friends and neighbors accept him now the Indian War has come to an end? Can John forgive those same friends and neighbors after the murderous ambush of the Sioux by the 7th Cavalry at Wounded Knee? Or survive the hostility of an Indian-hating sheriff named Charles Landreth and protect himself against the mindless fear and loathing for Two Spirits, men who love men?

Wastelakapi…Beloved

“Truly?” he asked in a fearful, little boy’s voice. But there was nothing childish about the rampant rod that explored my buns.


I took some of the butter I’d set on the floor beside us and smeared it on his glans. He recovered a bit of it and coated my sphincter. His entry was harsher than Matthew’s, but it was so pleasing to him that he withdrew and achieved it again, this time with a prolonged groan of pure ecstasy. Then the man hovering over me fucked me very competently. He tried out things on me he apparently wished I’d do to him: different positions, hard thrusts, gentle pokes. His trial and error excited me almost beyond enduring. Even so, I thought he would never wear out, but he had the grace to ultimately reach orgasm. In the throes of his explosion, he grasped my dripping erection and brought me off with him.


Afterward, we both lay with our chests heaving in an effort to draw sufficient oxygen to assure survival. At long last, he proclaimed his judgment in Lakota.


Chapter 61