Friday, March 27, 2009

Hunks and Heroes - Friday Fiction


I will follow the white man's trail. I will make him my friend, but I will not bend my back to his burdens. I will be cunning as a coyote. I will ask him to help me understand his ways, then I will prepare the way for my children. Maybe they will outrun the white man in his own shoes.

There are but two ways for us. One leads to hunger and death, the other leads to where the poor white man lives. Beyond is the happy hunting ground where the white man cannot go.


Many Horses - Oglala Sioux - Found at First People

This is a most interesting site with tons of information on Native American tribes. The problem...search as I might, I can't find a single picture that has any resemblance to those posted yesterday by Skhye Moncrief during her visit here. *lol*

There's no denying that Native Americans are a strong and resilient people...ones to be admired for their bravery, stamina and beliefs. I have a fascination with the Sioux, for reason's I can't explain...perhaps a past life. I always tend to migrate to descriptions that now appear not quite accurate, but what woman doesn't want to fantasize about tall, dark, and handsome? I don't think Many Horses fits the description, do you?

One of the great things about writing Fiction, is that I'm allowed to be creative. My job is to paint an 'appealing' picture in the reader's mind of my hero, and when I dream of him, I know darn well that in real life, someone who looks like my descriptions wouldn't give me the time of day. Imagine you're in a romantic mood and pick up a novel about a woman who has been captured by a fierce tribal chief. Which scene would you prefer:

His piercing ebony eyes sparked with interest when she entered the tepee. She shielded the tear in her dress with crossed arms and tried to deny his appeal. She was, after all, his captive and destined to be with him forever. The doeskin shirt he wore clung to muscular arms and spanned a broad chest. The vee-neck allowed a glimpse of his smooth bronzed skin. He sat cross-legged near the fire pit, his thighs exposed and the fringe from his boots grazing the ground. His angular jaw tightened when she sat across from him. He lowered the chunk of rabbit he ate and licked the grease from his full lips.

OR

His weathered and lined face lit up when she entered the teepee. She shielded the tear in her dress with crossed arms and tried to muster up interest in him. Sadly, she was his captive and doomed to a life with the old fart. The doeskin shirt he wore hung from his undernourished body and sagged into a concave chest. The vee-neck allowed her to glimpse the darkness of his wrinkled skin. He sat cross-legged near the fire pit, his skinny legs exposed and the fringe from his boots grazing the ground. The slack skin about his jaw tightened somewhat when she sat across from him. He lowered the chunk of rabbit he gummed, and washed the grease from his lips with his tongue.

Okay...I know our heroes don't have to be perfect, but it does't hurt to paint a pretty image. If I'm going to be someone's captive, I like a piece of eye candy to stare at. How about you?

9 comments:

Skhye said...

Aw, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder and culturally defined. Many Horses was undoubtedly skilled as a warrior and a gifted speaker. To a woman of his culture, he was probably exemplary by definition of a mate. ;)

Wonderful post, Ginger. I'll think of something else Native American to ramble about next time you have me over. :)

LOL= old fart

And THANK THE UNIVERSE IT'S FRIDAY!

Val said...

Yes I agree and thanks for posting a site for others to go check out.

LuAnn said...

No kidding! At least it would make the capture worthwhile.

Lisa Logan said...

Very true...shallow creature I am, I get a little disappointed when a romantic hero is painted as "not handsome by classic definitions" or something to that effect. Yes, I'm a stereotype, and do love rippling muscles on book covers (though ironically when I designed the cover for VISIONS I went a different direction entirely). Brink on the Hunk Factor!

--Lisa
http://authorlisalogan.blogspot.com

Lee Rowan said...

If you look at the faces of Lakota women, they're also 'weathered.' Life was like that. Not much moisturizer, unless you count bear fat. Their faces became as full of lines and character as the earth herself.

I think Many Horses is magnificent--and his name says that he was a warrior who could provide his wife--or wives--with horses to drag their burdens. Not a small issue for people who lived in mobile homes that were dragged by horses, dogs...or women! (The men weren't goofing off--they were defending the tribe when it moved camp.)

One of the things I loved about Dances with Wolves was that Kevin Kostner got a real-looking woman to star as Stands With a Fist, not some dainty prairie princess. And Wind In His Hair was something special in the eye-candy department.

If you're writing about First Nations... please don't forget that the people of that era didn't have botox.

Skhye said...

Yeah, Lee's right about Wind is His Hair!

Becky said...

What a great post, Ginger. I agree with what Skhye said about beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Ginger Simpson said...

Ohhhh, I agree about Wind in His Hair. I watched Dances with Wolves, fifteen times and it wasn't for Kevin Costner. *lol* I loved the last scene, especially. He's the real brave I picture when I write.

True...women were weathered too, and beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I certainly meant no disrespect to Many Horses...I'm sure women in his village thought he was all that and a bag of chips.

I plan to continue posts about Native American history, so please stay tuned.

ginger

Danielle Thorne said...

--the last descriptive paragraph there kinda of grossed me out. lol

better stick with the former!

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