Written by my great, great grandfather, William Julian, in the early 1900s while he was out herding sheep. 'Twas Christmas Eve on the...

Everything is blue. The shadows, the bushes, the snow reflecting against the sky. Everything is blue. My heart, my mind, my emotions....

I roll out of the comfort of my blanket lined sleeping bag laid atop a cot. I pull my clothes on in the dark tipi and make my way over to...