Seize the Sky

Two women mourned that hot summer afternoon as a blood red sun settled with an ache over the Bighorns. Two strong, delicate, and beautiful women mourned.

One sobbing as her quaking voice raised itself in the words of the old Christian hymns that gave her strength and solace in her darkest hours. Now that she was truly alone at last. And forever more.

The other, wailing and shrieking her grief to the heavens in an ancient, primitive dirge, a song of prayer and longing that went back beyond summers to the womb of time. A song that went back to a long winter gone.

Both women prayed to the same God; both mourned the same man. Suffering the same loss. That loss of love and a man who always smiled when times were darkest.

His passing, their greatest loss.

Now Yellow Hair belonged to the ages.