Fireweed by Kendra

I remember the story you told me about Fireweed. One day, a young girl set fire to the far end of an enemy’s camp to cause a diversion to rescue her boyfriend from torture. She untied him and fled. The enemy soon chased her. The Great Spirit took pity on her. Wherever her moccasins touched the ground, great flames came up. This stopped her enemies. Eventually where the flames shot up, flowers grew. That is how we got fireweed.