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    The Southwestern Scrolls

    Disclaimer: The characters of
    Dr. Janice Covington, Melinda Pappas, Xena, and Gabrielle belong
    exclusively to MCA/Universal and Renaissance Pictures. No
    copyright infringement was intended through the writing of this fan
    fiction. This work is strictly for entertainment purposes and
    not for profit.
     
    Subtext Warning: This story
    implies a loving relationship between two women. If you are
    under 18, it offends you, or is illegal in your state/country, read
    no further.
     
    Language Warning: Of
    course! It *is* Janice Covington we’re talking
    about.
     
    Historical Accuracy
    Warning: 
    There is some great history in this story,
    but I’ve also taken some liberties. 
     
    Note on Songs: The origins of
    “Fare Thee Well, O, Honey (Dink’s Song)” is
    lost. A song collector heard a lady named Dink sing it at a
    camp on the Brazos River early in the 1900s. As far as I can
    tell, “Daydream” was written in 1940 by Duke Ellington,
    Billy Strayhorn, and John LaTouche. “My Funny
    Valentine” is a Hart/Rodgers song. “Black is the
    Color of My True Love’s Hair” is a traditional folk
    ballad ascribed to John Jacob Niles (1916), but is probably much,
    much older, from an 18th century song from the British
    Isles. I’ve also found versions of it claimed by singers
    in the Southern Appalacians (U.S.) and Celtic folksingers.
     
    Author’s Note: If you
    want to read more about the Mystery Rock in Los Lunas, New Mexico
    (yes, it is real and so is the inscription in this story), please
    see the chapter about it in Kutz, Jack. Mysteries &
    Miracles of
    New Mexico. Corrales,
    NM: Rhombus Publishing Co., 1988. If you want to read
    more about the Luna Mansion (it is real, too, as are its ghosts),
    look it up on the Net. J
     
    Please feed the bard: Any
    comments/questions can be sent to
    silverdolphin12@hotmail.com.
     
     
    The Southwestern Scrolls
    by The Bard of New
    Mexico
     
    “c3″>Pre-Prologue
     
    Woodruff Hall, Archeology
    Department,
    June 16,
    1939
     
    A high-arched slice of late
    afternoon sunlight stretched its way down the hallway of the
    building that looked a lot like a castle, although it housed
    professors’ offices instead of royalty.
     
    “The world of higher learning is brutal,
    Janice, but you sure made it look easy. Seems like it was just
    playtime to you,” Peter Austin said as a small group of
    students milled around outside Professor Macmillan’s door to
    look up their final grades and see whether or not they
    graduated. “Whew! Just made it!” Peter
    smiled. Plenty of other hopeful students hung their heads or
    stormed out of the hall. Few smiled.
     
    Janice Covington found her name listed at the top,
    having the top grade and becoming a new Ph.D. She grinned
    widely with satisfaction and clapped Peter heartily on the
    back. “Real life is brutal. You just gotta have
    more huevos than the rest.”
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