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The legend is that the dream catcher was used by the Woodland Indians to catch all dreams, both good and bad. The bad dreams get caught in the webbing and burn off with the morning sun. The good dreams are caught and make their way to the hole in the center, where they filter down the feathers and are dreamed.
She showed her identification and flashed the sheriff a bright smile. “Don’t worry, I might look like a Native American, but actually I’m the Cavalry sent to save the day.” It was at that moment that she realized Sheriff Cole Caldwell had absolutely no sense of humor.
"May the warm winds of heaven blow softly upon your house. May the Great Spirit bless all who enter here. May your moccasins make happy tracks in many snows, and may the rainbow always touch your shoulder." The old Cherokee blessing fell from her lips (...)
"I try not to make enemies in my life. Granny Nightsong always taught me to tread lightly and leave no footprints behind."