HEALING WOMAN OF THE RED ROCKS
"She was the last hope for his daughter"
Tana awakened still hearing the echo of her grandmother's words from the realm of dreams. He's coming, dearest Tana. He's the one who will make you cry.
Sighing, she turned onto her side and yawned. Her grandmother Frannie had died when Tana was sixteen and she often visited her granddaughter in dreams, always with the same message about someone coming. Years ago, Tana had eagerly awaited his arrival, but when it never happened, she'd decided her grandmother was confused in her heavenly home. Of course, how that could be so, she'd never found a satisfactory answer.
Tana stretched and watched dawn lighten her window. She loved the golden rays that reached like loving fingers through the precious glass. It was the only window in her cabin with glass and so it remained permanently unshuttered, except in inclement weather. The other windows were shuttered each night, not because she was fearful, but because of all the forest creatures drawn to her cabin. If the windows were left open, she could awaken to any number of guests—birds, squirrels, chipmunks, skunks, even an occasional snake.