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Available
August 7, 2010
from Eternal Press
and soon in print from Amazon



The Examiner.com (Philadelphia): Ms. Masters has penned
an insightful and entertaining novel that's bound to teach you
a few things about history. The mark of a good historical
writing is peppering in the historical facts,
and… you'll walk away knowing much more
than you did about the Lakota and their brethren
than you did when you began the story.
Kudos to Cate Masters for another winning novel.
You won't be able to put Follow the Stars Home
down until you turn the last page.






A movement in the trees caught his eye,
the slightest shift in the shadows.
He lowered the stick and sat still
as a tree atop his buffalo skin.
An animal would have revealed itself,
so he suspected a person hid there.
His heart tightened with hope.
After waiting a moment, he called, "Hello?"

The moonlight alighted her doeskin dress
as she stepped from the shadows into the clearing.
He scrambled to his feet. "Quiet Thunder. You're here."
His thick voice caught in his throat
and his self-confidence abandoned him.
Long he'd waited for this moment,
but now felt unsure what to do.

Her words rushed out in a strangled breath.
"Yes. I heard the cry."
He held the twig with both hands and twisted it.
"I played all afternoon trying to get it right."
Her eyes widened as she recognized the siyotanka.
He'd made the flute hoping to enchant her
with its magic. His song must be working-
she walked to him as if drawn by it.

"I thought it an elk's cry."
The high praise made his breath tangle in his ribs.
Grandfather told tales of Lakota who cut
cedarwood branches to craft a flute
shaped like the long neck and head of a bird
with an open beak. The instrument's sound
resembled the call of an elk, powerful medicine
supposed to make a man irresistible to the woman he loved.
He lowered his head. "I hoped it would bring you here."
Shyness overcame him, and he could not meet her gaze,
only stare at the siyotanka.

"You brought me here."
Her words were bold with truth.
Tonight, he wanted to speak only truth.
To hear only truth.