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Jennifer Dance - White Feather 3-Book Bundle: Red Wolf / Paint / Hawk

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Short-listed for the Silver Birch Award, Moonbeam Childrens Book Award, CCBC Best Books for Kids & Teens Award, and the MYRCA 2016 Award
With Red Wolf, Jennifer Dance has come howling out of the wilderness ... and Im deeply impressed. Joseph Boyden, Giller Prizewinning author
Jennifer Dances White Feather books have amazed readers with their portrayals of young people in Native communities and their relationship with their history, their land, and the animal world. Now, all three books are gathered into one bundle. Presenting a sensitive treatment of the tragedy of residential schools, Dances books encourage young people to learn about difficult episodes in history and how their impacts are still felt.
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Red Wolf

Tells the story of Red Wolf, a young First Nations boy taken from his family and forced to take a new name and move to a residential school. Alongside his story is that of Crooked Ear, an orphaned wolf pup he befriended. Both must learn to survive in the white mans world.
Paint
A black-and-white mustangs life takes her through the history of the development of the Great Plains, the near-extinction of the buffalo, the plight of the Plains Indians whose lives depended on them, and the struggles of the ranchers and homesteaders who moved onto what had previously been Indian territory.
Hawk NEW!
Hawk, a First Nations teen from northern Alberta, is a star athlete until a serious illness yanks him out of competition and into a fight for his life. Struggling, he comes across a young osprey trapped in a tailings pond, helpless. Rescuing the bird gives Hawk a new purpose in life, if he can survive to see it through.

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Dedication

May this story open hearts and minds
to the history of Canada

and the long suffering of our First Nations people.

May it be used to restore relationships

and increase peace, understanding, and compassion among our nations youth.

REQUIEM

There was a time long ago,
when wolf and man lived wild and free,

When the white-skins lived far away,
across the Salt Water.

The woods were big then and the forests thick.

Elk and moose were plentiful,
the rivers clear and full of fish.

Counselled by the wisdom of the old ones
and guided by the spirit

We lived in harmony with Mother Earth,

Wolf and man together, yet apart.

There was a time before the loggers cut the great pines and floated them down the rivers,

Before the traders used our furs and skins to clothe the white ones across the Big Water,

Before they made us believe that our ways were evil and our wisdom was foolishness,

Before they controlled us, contained us,
tamed us, restrained us,

Before the diseases, the guns,
the metal traps, the poison bait.

There was a time before we were savages,

Wolf and man together, both.

There was a time long ago

PROLOGUE

The boy was tied to the courtyard post by his wrists. The rest of the students had to gather around and watch, as if the whipping was a powwow at the summer camp of The People. The whip was made of rawhide strips, each with a knot at the end. They ate into the flesh of his back and coiled around his ribcage. It was worse than any pain he had ever felt, but he bit down on his lip until he tasted blood and didnt cry out. The other boys were silent until the very end, and then a strange thing happened: one started to stomp his boot on the ground in a slow, mournful rhythm, like a drumbeat. Another boy picked up the rhythm, and another, and another, until every boy in the school stomped as one, until the ground pulsed, until the master had shouted himself hoarse.

CHAPTER ONE

The Algonquian Wilderness
Ontario, Canada
1885

The men slowly reached for their rifles, eyes searching through the lengthening shadows. They appeared calm, almost serene, but the moment they set eyes on the wolves, fear had tainted their sweat. Tall-Legs had discerned the change. He signalled Tika and the pups to drop to the ground. The Uprights he had encountered in his six years of life were not a threat to him, or he to them. They didnt have the teeth, claws, and speed of his kind, or the formidable antlers and hind legs of the moose or elk. But these Uprights were different. Their pungent odour burned his nostrils. The hackles rose along his spine and his heart beat faster. However, hunger gnawed at his stomach and the meat that lay on the trestle table was tempting. He crouched low, his sensitive nose taking in every detail.

The big ones mine, the lumberjack drawled, his hand inching toward the rifle that was propped at his side. Nice and slow. Dont scare em off.

Tall-Legs turned to flee.

The bullet caught him in the ribcage, the impact arcing him into the air. He yelped and thudded to the ground, legs twitching. With explosions reverberating around him, one pup whirled and bolted. He had covered a hundred yards before he realized he was alone. He crouched to wait for his family, peering back toward the camp. Everything was still, but his nose and ears told him that something terrible had happened. His paws wanted to flee, but he needed his mother. Taking advantage of the tree cover, he slunk toward her.

Tika lay on her side, her head turned toward him, her yellow eyes demanding that he not approach. He flattened himself on the forest floor, his coat melding with the underbrush, one of his ears pointing skyward in a triangle, the other folded in half. He rested his head on his paws and whimpered softly.

One of the Uprights moved warily toward Tall-Legs and kicked the big wolf in the ribs. The pup cringed, but Tall-Legs made no movement and no sound.

Theres a good pelt on this one. Ill set to skinnin him after supper.

The smallest pup of the litter lolled with his head resting on his sisters hindquarters. The third pup lay alone. An Upright approached them and kicked each one. The pup with the crooked ear flinched, but his siblings didnt leap up and run away. They remained still and silent.

The pelts on these young uns wont be worth much. Theyre too small, not worth the effort to skin.

We still need the tails for the bounty.

Yeah, just cut the brushes off.

Crooked Ear heard the crunch of blade on bone then his sisters tail flew through the air, landing with barely a thud on the ground by the tents, the smell of her blood mingling with the choking scent of gunfire.

Another Upright warily approached Tika. This ones still alive! he shrieked, leaping away like a frightened hare.

Tika was gazing into Crooked Ears eyes when the final bullet tore through her body, lifting her slightly from the ground. Crooked Ear turned and fled.

Theres another one!

The lumberjacks unleashed a hail of bullets.

Crooked Ear raced into the darkness of the forest.

All night he ran, instinct leading him to the protected places where the moon barely reached the forest floor. He no longer ran with the playfulness of youth. His puppy days were over. By daybreak his pads were sore and his muscles ached. With heaving flanks, he quenched his thirst at a stream. A tree had blown over, wrenching a large bundle of roots from the earth, leaving a sandy hollow in the ground. He collapsed into it, tucking his nose to his flank and encircling his body with his tail. But even as he slept, his legs still ran, and he whimpered and yelped.

When he awoke, the day was done and darkness was once more settling over the forest. Bounding onto the trunk of the fallen tree, he threw back his head and howled, straining to hear any far-off reply from his pack, but only the hoot of an owl answered his call.

He was alone.

Softly jumping back to the forest floor, he paced in circles, head to the ground, nose urgently snuffling through the dried needles. He scrabbled at a rotting log until it disintegrated and beetles scurried in all directions. He pounced on one, then another, his indecisiveness allowing each to get away. Probing the remainder of the log, he unearthed a nest of plump white larvae. He curled back his lips and daintily picked up a fat grub in his front teeth. Deciding they were edible, he devoured all of them.

The hollow under the fallen tree still retained his odour and warmth, and he stayed there for some time. He heard the squeak of a mouse, but it flew through the sky clutched in the talons of a red-tailed hawk. Settling on the limb of a nearby pine, the raptor thrust her beak into the mouses skull, then delicately peeled the skin from the flesh and ate the body in a single gulp. The scrap of fur fell through the pine fronds. Crooked Ear pounced on it and swallowed. Then suddenly he was running again.

With each rise of the moon his pace slowed. Grubs and small rodents did not stave off his hunger. He inhaled the different scents, separating one from another, identifying them, judging their distance. One made him drool. His paws followed his nostrils until he saw a mallard in the wetland. He crouched in the rushes and advanced on his belly, but when he lunged, the duck rose up on beating wings, its webbed feet treading the air, and Crooked Ear sank into the shallows with nothing more than a mouthful of feathers.

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