One Little, Two Little, Three Little Indians

    We two H tribes are moving through these January days together. When the natives are restless and the skies outside are so blue and the snow is so..well,....gone, sometimes these mamas reach for their war paint and say, "all you inside---out!"

Young warriors set off to do what it is that young warriors do.

They fashion traps made from ropes vines. 

Then, they must rest while they wait for the young maidens to

 renew their strength with fresh venison cooked over a blazing fire.

 Satisfied, they head away from the village to attend to the work of the day.

  

This involves scaling rugged cliffs to secure an enemy look-out;

and crossing dangerously uncertain frozen waters

to gather wood the villagers need to survive these harsh winter months.

And after a long day on the prairie's edge, the young warriors return.

These mamas have put away their war paint.

They have prepared their peace- offering

 The gift is accepted, and the frontier is not so quiet again.

Today we are linked up at The MOB Society and "Let's Hear it for the Boys!"