A half-breed of the Sycuan Tribe of the Kumeyaay Nation, guru mountain man McKinley Clearwater stands a giant of a man, leadership and guidance his calling, communion with God part of his daily life.
YOU AND ME
AFTER chores and a supper of ham steaks, baked molasses beans and fresh cornbread with honey-butter, Mac and young Shy sat in front of a hearty fire roasting marshmallows. Some they teased gently to a golden tan, others they inflamed to a burnt-black crust.
Outside, the temperature had dropped to a sharp twenty-two degrees. The big White Man's fire felt designer-perfect. The two sat together in communion of silence munching on roasted confection and enjoying a flickering firedance. McKinley Clearwater's deep, mellow voice eased into his revelations with the same calm gentleness of spirit as when first he spoke with young Shyler Martin Lanier.
"Shy, when a bighorn sheep up here finds he's taken a wrong path, he changes his direction and takes a new path. The night I found you alone in the cold of New Year's Eve, through no fault of your own you were on a wrong path."
Mac nibbled on a hot black-cruster, letting his words explore Shy's understanding. "I'm a horse trainer in the mountains by choice, Shy. I, also, have other special training and skills, and because of that I've come to know some mighty good people in important positions."
He gulped down the cooled black-cruster, licking the stickum from his fingertips. "Today in San Diego, I visited with a woman I telephoned shortly after you arrived here. While I was there, I signed some legal papers that're important to me and to her. And maybe to you, too."
The big man inhaled deeply, exhaling slowly. "Shy, I've been given special appointment as a foster care home authorizing me to provide a full-time home for one person." McKinley Clearwater swung his black-crowned head to the side and looked directly at young Shyler Lanier.
In the recent past, Shy had heard the same kind of words from Josie Hansen. She had lied. But in the short time he had been living with the big Kumeyaay, he had come to feel entirely different. After all, Mac talked with God, asked for nothing, and looked you right in the eye when he said something important.
The tiny hairs on Shy's arms and legs stood upright and began to tingle with excitement. He's looking me right in the eye right now, he told himself. It's important. Uncertain what words he would be hearing but with hope and a lump in his throat, Shy listened, hanging on every syllable.
Mac's voice was kind and open. "Shyler Martin Lanier, this is an invitation. Would you like to share your life with me livin' up here in the mountains?"
The youngster needed no time to think. The answer was living in his heart. "I sure would. You bet I would!"
"Then let's shake on it, partner," Mac said, extending a hand so big it engulfed Shy's. They shook firm and long, Mac reaching out and tousling the youngster's dark wavy hair playfully, affectionately.
In turn, the new teenager felt no shame or embarrassment in the presence of this wonderful man for the stream of tears streaking his cheeks and the salt on his lips.
"You can join me, if you want," the mountain man said, folding his hands and bowing his head, reverently. As always, his words were simple and sincere. "I am with You and You are with me. My heart overflows with the joy of life and the opportunity to share. Truly, I am with You and You are with me."
In the fireside room of the wilderness cabin raised the touching, tearful voice of a young man starting a new path in life. "My heart overflows with the joy of life, too. Truly, I am with You and You are with me."
Outside, protected from frigid cold by the thickness of his feathered coat and the branches of his craggy old oak tree, the Great Horned Owl blinked his wise approval.
An excerpt from the psychological drama novel
The Paradise of Revenge
Richard Lee Orey
You who have lost a father or mother too early in life or for whatever reason have lived with a step-parent or as a foster child know, with me, the immeasurable value of a concerned and loving step-parent or guardian. Give thanks and be with God.
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|Reviewed by Micki Peluso
I didn't forget you, I've just been so busy and unwell. This is a beautifully written excerpt. It's so nice to read good literary fiction.This is a bookk I would read for sure.
All my best, Micki
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Most engaging, Richard. Well done! Love and peace,
|Reviewed by Thurman Faison
|I enjoyed this excerpt and the deeper significance of the story. It seems to point to a higher relationship and His assurance, "I am with you and you are with me"|
|Reviewed by Carolyn Red Bear (The Bear Paw)
|Hi Richard, Amazing... what can I can, Richard? You are a man that lives and writes on the pulse of passion and compassion. You have a song to sing, a story to tell, and you do it well... thank you, Sir, for our paths meeting... stay strong...
(Carolyn Red Bear)
|Reviewed by Hatshepsut Maatkare
|Wow. Another amazing read. You are masterful at bringing your characters to life. I truly hope to write as well as you some day. Thanks for posting.|
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|You have a bold and beautiful style.
|Reviewed by Sandie May Angel-Joyce
|Oh my! Richard, this is an exceptional great story!!! I don't know why I haven't read this before.
Sandie May Joyce :o)
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|This is indeed a beautiful and deeply touching story--your writing is truly wonderful to read. Shy is like so many of the boys I teach|
|Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)
|Oh, Richard! I made the mistake of opening this and reading it when I was hungry and before I had prepared my dinner. That first paragraph nearly made me faint! Your writing style is so palpably descriptive that I could practically taste the marshmallows and feel the heat of the fire. By the end of this excerpt, I felt as though I knew these characters and felt great empath for them. The imagery drew me intensely into this story. Wonderful, exquisite writing, from a gentle pen wielded by a master. Thank you so much for sharing this slice of heaven.|
|Reviewed by Richard Odilu
|I love this story. I love your narration and the descriptive way you write about your characters, and entrust their emotions on the reader. You are a brilliant author.|
|Reviewed by Donna Thompson
|Richard, Your words painted a picture so clearly that I sould wee it in my mind. You described a very dramatic moment between two people who need each other. I loved it.|
|Reviewed by Jean Pike
|Oh, how beautiful! A wonderful portrayal of a meaningful, magical moment in two men's lives. You have a lovely way with words, especially enjoyed the owl "blinking his wise approval." This story just plain made me feel good!|
|Reviewed by Ann Scarborough
|This is a special moment between two people. The young one wants with all his heart what the older is offering.
It made me cry, There are no words to express the feeling of this story.
Thank you Richard,
|Reviewed by Aberjhani
|This somewhat idyllic and heroic scene makes the reader extremely curious about the title of the book. A finely detailed and emotionally nuanced write. Enjoyed the read.
|Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia
Thank you for telling me about this story..how precious, indeed!
I had a father, but was "estranged" from him 11-34. We had a Miracle at that time, that, praise Jesus! changed everything. However, my "step" father, my Beloved Papa (MD for 50 years before his passing), is the man who allowed me to believe that I had any value as a female - and had a purpose worthy of living out.
Praise the LORD, He sent YOU this wonderful man into your life, to preserve you, too! I descend from Lenape-Lenapi (Delaware) myself, so I truly appreciate the magnificent way you have presented McKinley Clearwater.
Thank you, LORD GOD, for both of these great men.
|Reviewed by Cleve Sylcox
|Yes, this is a fantastic story with one I can relate. I lost my father at an early age. My brother took me in. We are part Cherokee and carry the traditioins of our fathers. This is a great piece of work. Carry on my friend.|
|Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten
|As a parent, there is nothing more rewarding than to feel that sigh of relief...while watching that owl wink...knowing ...now, this child will be just fine...
So glad I stopped by...its good to be back!
Love and Peace~
|Reviewed by Jerry Engler
|An interesting story and description to lead in with, Richard. It does make me want to know more...Jerry|
|Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
|My first impression of this story when I read your book was how simple, yet prophetic, that a giant of a man who seemed stronger than life could sit with a young boy and toast marshmellows with such a peaceful, unpressed mein of spirit.
Richard, I believe I said in the review I wrote for you something to the effect that you have a gift with words. Not only do you present visual scenes in your writing, but you give life to your characters that show the inner-makings of who they really are.
I can just imagine the glorious awe of a homeless child who suddenly finds himself adopted by such a virtuous man as McKinley Clearwater. It would truly be like a miracle from heaven.
You've created another pastiche in short-story form that is a superb piece of writing.
|Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath
"You and Me'
Powerful and keen discriptions possessed in this narrative.
The presentation sets on right in the center with a bird's eye view of the characters.
Henceforth, one can partake of those marshmellow and hear the cracking of the fire. I enjoyed this rustic adventure and also the nurturing, intimate, and heartwarming qualities it rendered!
From the Heart of an Artist...
|Reviewed by tweet blogs
|hiya fantastic work there. I may not be a good novelist but that was great.... plz email me and keep in contact. love to u gailxx as always ur friend.....|
|Reviewed by Sharon Jordan
My step-father became my father in every sense of the word. I completely adored him. And I look forward to reading more works by you that touches upon this topic.
|Reviewed by Carole Mathys
|This is a story that tugs at your heart and puts a smile on your face...wonderful story, Richard