"...Home"

Here's a short version of a story I wrote years ago for radio.

Once upon a time:

In my alternate reality American West there were no genocides. No Slavery wanton murder or mayhem. In this other history the meetings of peoples on this continent was peaceful friendly. 

Natives, and settlers Black Brown Yellow, and White were all pals. Everyone got on swell. That, and nobody bothered them Woodland Spirits. We let nature be. 

It is in this happier West that I play out my Cowboy Dreams. What some call denial I call humane alternate history. So there!

My West is a cool happy one. We play at make believe cowboy round ups. No one ever gets hurt everyone has a swell time. That, and we have big Bar-B-Q's ...with a nice veggie tables too. I gots lots of Indian, and Paleface boyfriends, and we have square dances every Saturday night at the fort.

I performed this for my friend George Stonefish. He produced Native programs at the radio station. He told me he'd like to visit my dream West. This because he could go home. He'd have his Country back.