I stayed at my parent's house for about six months. That was long enough to write my book, White Girl Living in a Comanche Village.
I had a hard time living in civilization. My thoughts didn't go with the way I felt. When I went to town with John or mama, it seemed like people were staring at me. I did wear my deer skin dress all the time, and my moccasins. I wasn't trying to look different; my Native clothes were just more comfortable.
After I finished my book, I returned to the village. That was home. All my friends greeted me.
Things around the teepee had changed. Quiet Feet's name was different. Now her name was Singing Fern. She was given to a young brave man named Storm by River. They are happy and Singing Fern has a cute little bump in front of her.
Tall Man Talking looked different. His hair was snow white. He looked much older, and I heard that his squaw died and he took it really hard. He welcomed me back into the tribe. He changed my name to Yellow Is Home. He wanted me to have a special man as my husband. He gave me to Nobel Hunter. When he took me to his teepee, we were happy.
Comanche life is wonderful.
