Meeko

They were born within a day of one another, of Capote women who were distant cousins. The clan had broken winter camp near the rust-red sandstone pinnacles of South-Central Colorado. The location was later to be known as the Garden of the Gods. It was on the trail to the summer hunting grounds where game abounded and where the heat pushed back the heavy snows and biting cold of winter. The migration of the people had occurred for many generations, and countless stories of the history of the Capote people were shared with the young time and time again. Family histories were painted on the surface of buffalo skin teepees to teach and remind the young of the many coups of their forefathers. However, the seminal histories of the tribe were to be found on the skins of the ceremonial lodge. The stories constituted the sinew that bound the people one to another. It was a tough life. It was a good life. It was their life. And the Capote people needed to be strong.