Author's signed presentation copy to the Golda Meir Library. This volume is a collection of nine one- and two-act plays. Many of the plays have won awards: "Weebjob" won the 1984 Five Civilized Tribes Playwriting Competition, "Stick Horse" the 1988 Five Civilized Tribes Museum Playwriting Competition and the Aspen Summer Theatre Award, "Bull Star" the 1982 American Indian Theatre Company's Playwriting Award; and "Segwohi" the 1987 Oklahoma Theater Festival Award.

Indian Woman
My eyes are shut. My ears are closed.

Indian
I've been gone since last summer. Now it's spring. I'm returned like the sun. Aren't you glad to see me?

Indian Woman
The seasons change. The trees shed. The snow falls. The trees get their leaves again. Do they ask your help? How can you guide those white soldiers? It's like leading a storm to our door?

Indian
Because I know the river and the way north to the headwaters.

Indian Woman
You know what I mean.

Indian
Because my father was white and I speak their language. They paid me well. I bought a steel trap. (HE DEMONSTRATES AND IT SNAPS SHUT.) And see what I brought you--these garters. (HE GIVES HER TWO RED LEG-BANDS.)

Indian Woman
(SHE LOOKS AT THEM.) Where do you wear them? (SHE TRIES TO TIE ONE ON AS A HEADBAND.)

Indian
They go on your leg. (SHE TIES IT AT HER KNEE.) No, like this. (HE TRIES TO TIE IT HIGHER.)

Indian Woman
Do white women wear these?

Indian
They wear them higher--like this--

Indian Woman
I would rather you chop fire-wood. Kill a deer. Make me another deer antler rake. Find some chokecherry. Dream a name for the child. Draw a birchbark scroll for his life's path. Paddle the boat while I gather rice with my cedar rice-beaters. Trample the rice once it's gathered. Repair my bear-pay snow shoe. Find some pine-pitch. Bear-grease. Spruce-gum so my birchbark basket won't leak maple syrup. You could bring me an iron kettle from the fur traders instead of their garters. But no. You lead the white man north along a river. They'll take our way of life. The elders say so. I feel it also in my heart. Sometimes they call you a half-breed traitor. . . .