The Handsome Warrior
The Handsome Warrior Saturday evening as I was leaving the Powwow in Tahlequah, Oklahoma, I had already put my cellphone in my purse and how I wish I would have kept it out to take a picture of the most wonderful scene. A handsome warrior was standing, talking to his mother or wife. I could not tell the age of the warrior because of his regalia and face paint. His natural stance showing strength, honor, and composure filled me with such admiration that I told this man that I loved him as I walked by. He turned to look at me and saw my eyes widen as I realized what I had said. I tried, without avail, to explain the different love that I spoke of. Motioning with my hands the length of his raiment, concerned that the woman he was speaking with was his wife. My hand motions only made his perplexity heighten. As you know, I am a single, straight woman and I recognize a good-looking man when I see one, because he was. I did not attempt to flirt with him in any way. It was the lon...