05-11-2007, 12:00 AM
I was born in Northern Texas. My mother was indian and my father was a scottish man. We grew up very poor. My father was a cowboy and worked at the ranches nearby. We had mainly indian neighbors where we lived and my childhood friends were all indians.
We spent most of our youth hunting, riding horses, exploring, and playing cowboy and indians (I was always the cowboy because I was white). Being outnumbered I usually ended up being "killed".
One night a great spiritual leader came to the area. A large gathering formed to hear him speak, for his fame had spread across the tribes. His name was Stalking Wolf.
All my friends had gone to the meet and I was late getting there with my mother. We sat in the back and listened. Stalking Wolf spoke of how times had changed. He made prophecies of the future and his tales were sad. Many listening I remembered weeped aloud.
There came a part where Stalking Wolf would look around his audience and call someone to him. A woman he brought up and said something to her about being with child. She was happy about it I remember. Then his eyes met mine and it felt like I was hit by lighting.
"Young boy" he called to me. I hid behind my mother. "Go on (she said) you are being called".
It took a little more motherly enforcement and I went forward to him where he was seated.
He was the most amazing indian I had ever seen and he was frightening to this white boy. "Your glow I could see from here son" Stalking Wolf said. "You are a born medicine man and if you do not go crazy you will do much in the world".
Everybody laughed and I was so embarrassed. Your name is "Lone Wolf" he went on. You will travel the world alone for your life.
Lone Wolf I thought, how does he give me this name?
"There have been many lone wolves in the world and now its your turn my son to be the lone wolf. Use your power for good and may you find peace but I highly doult it" spoke Stalking Wolf. He and the crowd laughed and I ran back to my mother.
All eyes looked back at me and many were eyes of wonder or fear. I vowed then to not reveal this to anyone for even when I was young I was uneasy in the "spotlight".
My mother called me "little wolf" after that and wolf became my nickname.
My parent broke apart years later. I lived at times with both of them. I lived in Oklahoma, Minnesota, California, Nebraska, Colorado, and Arizona during my childhood.
I never had friends because we moved so much. Truly did I become the lone wolf. Much of my free time was spent alone in the forests and mountains. I talked to trees and slept in their arms. Walked up to wild deer and fed them with my hands. Wild wolves and coyotes would come alone and let me pet them before running off. They seemed to sense I was more like them then the other humans.
To be continued:
We spent most of our youth hunting, riding horses, exploring, and playing cowboy and indians (I was always the cowboy because I was white). Being outnumbered I usually ended up being "killed".
One night a great spiritual leader came to the area. A large gathering formed to hear him speak, for his fame had spread across the tribes. His name was Stalking Wolf.
All my friends had gone to the meet and I was late getting there with my mother. We sat in the back and listened. Stalking Wolf spoke of how times had changed. He made prophecies of the future and his tales were sad. Many listening I remembered weeped aloud.
There came a part where Stalking Wolf would look around his audience and call someone to him. A woman he brought up and said something to her about being with child. She was happy about it I remember. Then his eyes met mine and it felt like I was hit by lighting.
"Young boy" he called to me. I hid behind my mother. "Go on (she said) you are being called".
It took a little more motherly enforcement and I went forward to him where he was seated.
He was the most amazing indian I had ever seen and he was frightening to this white boy. "Your glow I could see from here son" Stalking Wolf said. "You are a born medicine man and if you do not go crazy you will do much in the world".
Everybody laughed and I was so embarrassed. Your name is "Lone Wolf" he went on. You will travel the world alone for your life.
Lone Wolf I thought, how does he give me this name?
"There have been many lone wolves in the world and now its your turn my son to be the lone wolf. Use your power for good and may you find peace but I highly doult it" spoke Stalking Wolf. He and the crowd laughed and I ran back to my mother.
All eyes looked back at me and many were eyes of wonder or fear. I vowed then to not reveal this to anyone for even when I was young I was uneasy in the "spotlight".
My mother called me "little wolf" after that and wolf became my nickname.
My parent broke apart years later. I lived at times with both of them. I lived in Oklahoma, Minnesota, California, Nebraska, Colorado, and Arizona during my childhood.
I never had friends because we moved so much. Truly did I become the lone wolf. Much of my free time was spent alone in the forests and mountains. I talked to trees and slept in their arms. Walked up to wild deer and fed them with my hands. Wild wolves and coyotes would come alone and let me pet them before running off. They seemed to sense I was more like them then the other humans.
To be continued: