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It was as if someone was standing beside me, saying the words Buffalo Rider. And I felt chills on my arms. Usually an idea starts like a little seed in my mind and is repeatedly sketched, and grows into the finished piece. This was different. Very different. So I completed the painting, and told my sister Shiloh. To my surprise, there was a story about Buffalo Rider. She told me this story and I have written it for you. I believe this story wanted to be told, so Shiloh and I are happy to do so.

This is a print of my original watercolor, which will be signed and currently dated on the front just for you. It will be printed centered on soft white acid free heavy weight paper (size 8-1/2” x 11”) with a beautiful canvas grain texture. Up to four works of any assortment of art can be mailed in the same envelope for one shipping charge. Mailed flat in a Priority mail envelope. The watermark will not appear on your artwork.


The young Sioux man walked among the grazing Buffalo. He had done this many times. His pony could not take him into the herd because Buffalo would kill him. It was difficult to train a pony to move beside Buffalo. So he walked. The most dangerous part was approaching Buffalo, crossing the open grass between his waiting friends and the herd. If the herd saw him and became alarmed, they could charge him. Or they could run and he would miss his chance. He moved silently, placing his feet carefully in the tall prairie grass, until he reached the edge of the herd. His friends lost sight of him as he moved deeper into the herd. They walked forward as one, like a slowly moving mountain, somehow uprooted from the ground, flowing around him. He could feel the steam of their breath on his arms, on his face. He could see the reflection he made in their eyes as they turned to consider him as they passed. Was he a danger? He turned his mind to being like a tall stem of grass. No danger. Just a young man who had often played the game of giving Buffalo a little slap on the top of his tail and then running to his spotted pony and his friends.
But today, as a massive head turned towards him and calmly met his eyes, he felt as if their blood flowed through the same veins. He felt no fear. Buffalo inclined his head slightly, then stood still. The young man suddenly grabbed the hump hair, and in the same way as mounting his pony, he swung up. But what a leap he had to make. It seemed to go on forever before he found himself astride Buffalo’s back. Then he was seeing the backs of all the other Buffalo around him, the curved horns of Buffalo under him. He felt the heat of Buffalo on his legs. Suddenly Buffalo pitched under him, a rocking buck that caught him by surprise. He laughed at the joy of it. He locked his strong legs tighter to Buffalo as they began to run slowly. Buffalo moved as lightly as mist on the water. The young man raised his arms to the sky as Buffalo made a leap, head down, tail whipping. The young man laughed so hard, he fell off.
Sitting on the ground, he watched the herd as it parted and moved around him – as the mountain of animals left him and his friends approached on their ponies, laughing with him.

Told by Shiloh Homan and written by Jessie Clay

You will receive a copy of this story with your artwork

Buffalo Rider



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