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TRIBUTE TO THE UTE Janell Harris Wales, Utah Third Honorable Mention Short Story On a warm summer afternoon, I impulsively climbed a dusty red hillside, at the base of the west mountain, ravine on either side. On a large rock, I sat in the shade From my lofty perch, I viewed the valley with renewed "Horseshoe". A hundred or so years ago, on this very spot, an Indian could have occupied this vantage point with an smoke from someone's back yard, climbed slowly toward or perhaps a log cabin standing unguarded, subject to attack. one snot from a rifle, or one lusty whoop, a band of renegades could overtake that driver before he reached Pigeon Hollow. A young brave with a keen eye, from this viewpoint, Moroni, Spring City, Fountain Green, Ephraim; and Manti. And all the valleys and hills in between. My thoughts raced back more than a hundred years, as I tried to picture life as it was in this valley decades ago. - 3 - |
