Golden Fox bolted upright and threw off her sleeping robe. She reached for her mother’s robe only to find it empty; Sky Bird stood beside the open flap of the lodge. She jumped up and squeezed past her mother. “What happens? Father Sun is barely awake.” “It is your crazy aunt racing through camp half falling from her mustang. She brings more fire water and even three, pale hairy-faces with her. We need to send someone to bring your grandfather back from his Time of Mourning. Too many hunters are gone. Only he can make our people, who crave the drink, listen.” Golden Fox put on her long tunic and leggings. “Mother, I will go.” “The hairy-faces dare not see you!” Before Sky Bird could grasp her tunic, Golden Fox pulled the lodge’s flap wider and raced toward the herd of mustangs. A whistle brought the black-grey animal splashed in white to her side. When Swift Arrow came, she jumped on the animal’s back. He nickered and jerked his head around to stare behind them. “I hear the shouting, boy. We go to find Grandfather!” She urged him with a strong squeeze to his sides. Once away from camp, she bit her lower lip and gazed all around her. “I can only guess where he is. The land rolls and folds into valleys and then stretches out into grasslands. Swift Arrow, you go with him everywhere, except on this Walk of Mourning.” She leaned over and patted his neck. “Please, take me to Grandfather.” The animal trotted toward two hills that rose sharply into the sky. Swift Arrow hurried into the narrow valley between the hills. The farther they rode, the closer the hills grew to each other until the valley became a ravine. Sheer walls grew tall and bowed their heads close together at the top, so only streaks of sun striped the ground below. The trail continued along the shadowed foot of the cliffs. The mustang stopped when the opening between the walls of the ravine became too narrow for his body to fit. A rocky path led up the steep side of the rough wall until it climbed out of sight near the top. Golden Fox slid off Swift Arrow. “Sweet Mother, did Grandfather climb this path?” She stared around, but Swift Arrow stood with one hind foot tipped up and resting. His head drooped low as if he might already be asleep. “Swift Arrow, did...

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I am sad TO SAY Broken Path has ran into a hard bump and has hit it’s own broken path. There is a lot of emotions in this story and it will be different. All I can say is it will be out sometime in 2017. I appreciate those of you who have stuck with me. My site has officially moved to a new host. After a plethora of issues I am officially back after MONTHS of fighting to get my site back. Thanks to my son, I have it...


I have lost two dogs this winter and another fights cancer. My emotions are raw, well above the surface. This is me. I describe myself as one word: Emotions. Without these emotions I would not feel, not care and become indifferent to life and all it contains. THIS is not the way to live. Yes, I hurt. I hurt so much my guts twist into a knot. BUT at least I feel. I see others hurt and cry with them. I see bad things on the news everyday and cry for them. When I can no long do this, I will be dead inside. NEVER, EVER allow this to happen to you. Without our emotions, our caring for others we become hard as stone. We become as our enemy. An enemy even to our own selves. OREO 03-28-2015 MISS YOU TERRIBLY...


Ruby, I finally had the time to finish “Circles”, and enjoyed it more than I can put into words. I have no idea what is taught in American history class these days, but I do remember my own history classes, and reading and talking about the “discovery” of the “new world”, the conquistadors, etc. Very dry. This is the first time I’ve really been able to relate to all that took place then. When you put individual people, their tribes, their emotions, and actions that counter the human destruction that took place, it comes home to the reader in a way that dry history books can never replace. I love your characters – very powerful personalities – and the animals AND spirit animals are wonderful. They are both an integral part of my own life, so you can imagine my reading and nodding my head “yes” all the way through the book. I’ve started “Spirals”, and like the fact I can follow so many of the same characters as they age, mature, etc. Beautifully written! I’ll be waiting for the next one to come...

STONES, Book Three is now out! AND in Print!

http://tinyurl.com/phuq6t5 Evolved Publishing brings you another rare glimpse into ancient American Indian culture, in the third book by award-winning author Ruby Standing Deer. [DRM-Free] [Historical Fiction, American Indian, Cultural Heritage] In Book 3 of the saga of Shining Light’s people, the reader is swept into the changing world of ancient Native America. The peace that Shining Light and his family have enjoyed in the Land of the Tall Trees is shattered by his young daughter. Dove’s dream of mustangs, and of a young American Indian boy named Singing Stone, and his family known as the Mustang People, will not let her rest. The coming of the wild mustangs blessed Singing Stone’s people with a better way of life, and now these beautiful creatures are being slaughtered. Spurred on by the discovery of the yellow stone, the Hairy-Faces join with the Likes to Fight People to drive out other bands. What better way to weaken the Mustang People than to capture or kill the mustangs? Singing Stone and his family fight to protect them, but what can three do against many? Far away in the Land of Tall Trees, Dove still dreams of the mustang boy. Certain that her destiny is to be with him, young Dove begs her father to take her to him, back out onto the dangerous grasslands. Will they arrive in time to save Singing Stone and his people? When an attack by the Likes to Fight People leaves all of their possessions destroyed, Singing Stone and his family join the Blue Sky People, and together they become the Blue Sky Mustang People. With winter and danger looming ever closer, the mustangs and their protectors must keep moving, even though it is the season to stay in one place. Can they stop the Likes to Fight People and the Hairy-Faces from killing the...


UPDATE: DARRINGTON-OSO MUDSLIDE WHAT ABOUT DARRINGTON? FIRST HAND UPDATE ON MUDSLIDE The small town of Darrington, Washington struggles with the impact of the Oso Mudslide. The mudslide that occurred on March 22 crossed the major artery, Highway 530, that connected the small town of Darrington with “down below”, as the natives call it—Arlington and all points from there. The tidal wave of mud and debris swept from the north side of the Stillaguamish River, scooped up the river then slammed into the south side of the narrow valley. It rushed up through a small valley between two hills then swept back north, carrying everything in its path to total destruction. That mudslide continues to play havoc with the small community of Darrington. Highway 530 is currently buried under thirty feet of mud and debris and completely closed. What that means for the small town of Darrington is isolation and potential economic ruin, especially with summer looming close. The Bluegrass Festival, the largest of several festivals hosted on the Darrington Bluegrass Grounds, normally brings tourists and dollars to the economically challenged town. With Highway 530 blocked the festivals may face an impossible obstacle. Such festivals are important to this small community’s financial health. The small businesses in our town, as in most small towns, have a very slender margin of profit. With the increased cost of transportation of goods, that margin of profit may become non-existent. The Hampton mill that employs three hundred of our Darrington community members—a large employer for our area–faces greatly inflated costs for transportation of goods which negatively impacts the company. For other citizens of the Darrington area, what this highway closure means on a daily basis is that a short thirty minute trip to Arlington’s Haggen’s or Arlington’s Safeway stores has become a trip of over an hour and a half to a Safeway or Haggen’s in Burlington to the north and west of our town. The one hour round trip to the grocery store is a minimum three hour round trip on a dark, windy road. In addition to the pain and grief of lost loved ones, the Darrington-Oso Mudslide means that Mom and/or Dad must now be away from home an ADDITIONAL four to six hours due to the added commuting distance and the nature of the scenic route which they must traverse twice every day. The increased cost of fuel thins already-stretched budgets and adds to the tremendous stress being experienced. So...

Never Ever Boast

Many people wish to be noticed. I do not exclude myself… until now. Fueled by an argument I did not intend to happen, I had to find the silence within myself and allow my anger to dissipate. It started out as a simple text to a relative. We, my husband and I, could not attend any holiday functions this year due to our oldest dog who is diabetic, and too fragile to take places. We cannot leave her alone either. Somehow my words were misinterpreted, and I felt the pain of rejection. I came close to responding in a very wrong manner. We had helped this person many times over in their younger years when their life did not turn out with positive results. My feelings on the edge, I wanted to remind him of all the times we were there for him, of the times he lived with us, of the money we gave him, and that he never once paid us back. I am grateful I did not. It would have only further damaged what relationship we still have, which right now seems to be very ragged. Had I boasted and forced him to endure my ranting because of my hurt feelings, I would have only made things worse. Much worse. To use this as fire would have not just made the split wider, but would have also damaged myself in ways that would last a life time. The past is the past and needed to stay there no matter my feeling of rejection. I remember someone doing this to me once. I needed desperately to get away from them, and this person reminded ME of all the things THEY did for me. Guilt overwhelmed me, but it also angered me. I argued back about all the things I had done for them. This solved nothing and we parted, both of us walking on shards of emotions shattered. A person who boasts of what they have done for someone, or boasts about what great deeds they performed is nothing but a person who seeks self gratification. I know this now and will never, ever, think of using that to make another feel small, or guilty, or to hurt them because I feel the sting of another’s words or actions. A good deed done in silence is the only true good...

Nice Review for Circles from Non-Historical Reader

5.0 out of 5 stars Beautiful Story, May 27, 2013 By Heather C. Cox Amazon Verified Purchase(What’s this?) This review is from: Circles (Kindle Edition) Anyone who knows me, knows that I’m NOT into historical books at all. I saw some rave reviews for this and thought “hmmm….let me at least give it a whirl”. I certainly didn’t expect to get sucked in. I had to continuously remind myself that it was FICTION. It read so real. Such a sweet and peaceful story. I loved the names used in the book and also the concept of Circle of Life. This book made me want to be a part of the Fish Peoples. “Don’t judge a book by it’s cover” is overrated……Thanks to Ruby Standing Deer, I now live by ‘Don’t judge a book by it’s...
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