Swamp water, abalone shells, bastard eggs, sow belly and nettles, autographed, paperback, 1992

Several hundred years ago there were Indi-ans and ponies in the Hill Country of South-ern California . . . . . . in an area betweenTemecula and Warner Hot Springs. Theywere peaceful people with existence in amountainous, temperate, beautiful climatehaving only to work and prepare for themoons ahead. There were no warring fac-tions or invaders then. It was ajoy to live .Then the White Man crune. The' 'ButterfieldStage" crune right through here and endednearby. My relatives helped settle this territory. I run very proud to be a fifth genera-tion Californian. I sat on my Great, GreatGrandI Mother Lucia's lap and I have thepictures to prove it. I run not all proud ofthe White Man COIning. I know where the RedMan made his arrowheads and stored hiscooking pots and ollas. In respect, I will nottell.This story is of the Hill Country as I saw it.The Red Man is there today. The "Reservation' is not a home, it is a place to stay. Fewof God's Red Children are left. The hills arebeautiful, but empt