Sage Sweetwater...what's in a name. Sage Sweetwater is a consequence of timely motivation, following the trail of Louis L'Amour. Buffalo nickels and mercury dimes!
Creation is hugely a dramatic act. Most stories are fashioned from mythical divinities, but not these, one of each of the geographical locations of the novels representing the Four Corners, where the states of Colorado, Arizona, New Mexico, and Utah converge. Sage Sweetwater's novels are a consequence of survival and timely motivation.
If you have been following the career of Sage Sweetwater, you have noticed that it is too rough of country for pretenders. Let's cowgirl up for the Four Corners journey. Sage Sweetwater has a fiery passion where the ledges are red. The Four Corners Series journey is entirely mind-fucking! Sage Sweetwater wanted a reaction from her audience so she could pattern her next move. She took a trail from the backside where she could get just a glimpse, planned as a diversion away untll the next trip when she saw the acceptance of reflection in the tinaja, water hole, Spanish for earthen jar.
FOUR CORNERS SERIES:
Stone Creek Woman
Blue Corn Woman
Loraine Leatherbow: The House of Spleen
From The Convent To The Rawhide: The Saga Of Sadie Cade And Vi Montana (this one published and positioned by Forbes CEO Network for Forbes Book Club)
One of these novels plotlines, she came into existence when two women appeared from a wild, crescent-shaped ravine. The one woman, wrinkled from the desert sun, clapped a tambourine on her hip, and the other woman, the one with a baby, tilted a silver-tipped steer horn filled with goat's milk so the baby could eat. The young woman had no milk so the baby could eat. The young woman had no milk in her breasts. She was ashamed. The baby could feel the mother's disappointment that she could not nourish it from the bonding fluid from her own nipples.
The other woman dripped the milky juice of the chickory root on the mother's nipples, coaxing them to flow, but the milk did not come. "Maybe," the woman said when the baby's mother asked about kneading her breasts with the goat's butter. "Try," she told the baby's mother, handing her a clay jar of melted goat's butter from her burlap rucksack. But still, nothing flowed for her baby to drink.
The baby was sad, but did not cry. The young mother rocked her baby to sleep, while the other woman jingled her tambourine. When the baby was asleep, the woman took her bellows from her burlap rucksack and started a fire by a waterhole. They ate maroon and white pinto beans that she had cooked for three hours the day before, and drank a gypsy wine from the steer horn they shared, then the young mother washed it out in the water hole and fitted the rubber nipple over it after she filled it with goat's milk for her baby. Before letting the baby drink, she tried once more to coax her nipples to flow by staining them with a blue blush made from the earth's dyestuff, but her breasts were dry like the desert.
The two women and the baby slept out under the desert stars. When the woman awoke the next morning, the baby's mother was gone. She left her baby on a rock by the waterhole with a note saying she could never bond with this baby because she could not breast feed it, and she was leaving it in care of the woman, her mother, to raise. That baby was....
Sage Sweetwater is going to give you a memory. As bean-eating cliff dwellers like the Anasazi, Sage Sweetwater's memory will have left a good taste in your mouth. Her beautiful maroon and white beans as colorful as a pinto pony---still warm from the kiln...
Sage Sweetwater is going to do something to change your lives forever in THE FOUR CORNERS SERIES...
Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman