Authors and Illustrators

William J. C’HairWilliam J. C’Hair

Honookeenookie, “White Rock”, was the Arapaho name given to William J. C’Hair as a child by his grandfather. Born into a family rich in tradition and one with historic leadership, White Rock developed an acute understanding and appreciation of his identity. This enabled him to comprehend the life ways of the dominant society, with the Arapaho philosophy as a solid base.

White Rock is an eminent person of the Arapaho people and his grandson now carries the name too. Mr. C’Hair has also taken the name of Eagle Chief (Niieihii Neecee) and continues to enhance and preserve the Arapaho language. He currently serves on the Arapaho Language and Culture Commission, an organization which he helped found.

Rupert WeeksRupert Weeks

Rupert Weeks was born July 24, 1918 in Garland, Utah to Nesbitt and Sylvia (Tyboats) Weeks. His family later moved to Fort Hall, Idaho where Mr. Weeks attended the Fort Hall Indian boarding school. When he was 16, his family moved to Fort Washakie, on the Wind River Indian Reservation in Central Wyoming. There he attended the Fort Washakie Indian Boarding School.

Mr. Weeks served in the United States Army from 1943-1945, where he fought in the Battle of the Bulge.

After returning from the war, he was actively involved in his community. Mr. Weeks served on the Shoshone Entertainment Committee, Shoshone Oil and Gas Commission, and was on the first Wyoming Indian High School Board of Directors. He also was an interpreter for Shoshone Tribal meetings and acted as a consultant and teacher for native studies programs.

The Shoshone cultural center built in Fort Washakie in 2003 was named the Rupert Weeks Traditional Center in Mr. Weeks’ memory.

His wife Mildred and children Ivan, Kassel, Gary, Samuel, Nola, Betty, Connie and his stepson Phillip Hurtado reside on the Wind River Indian Reservation in Wyoming.

His parents, his brother Edgar and his children Violet and Rupert Jr. preceded Mr. Weeks in death.

John R. WashakieJohn R. Washakie

Spouse: Bonnie J.
Children: Tonya, Joe, Candace
Grandchildren: Kyle, Kristen, Kayle, Chase, Kathy, Wekota, Hailey, Jackie, Yvonne, Kailyn, Kanani, Kenny, Keeley
Born: Fort Washakie, Wyoming

Before he started writing, he spent 18 years on the Eastern Shoshone Business Council. While on Council, he made numerous presentations to the House of Representatives and Senate Select Committee on Indian Affairs. He was appointed by 3 different Department of Interior Secretaries to serve on several national committees to address issues from Reorganization of the Bureau of Indian Affairs to Energy policy. He is the great grandson of Chief Washakie whose statue was recently placed in the rotunda of the U.S. Capitol. He earned a B.A. in History from the University of Wyoming. He is a veteran of the Vietnam War. He claims to be an average writer and just a good listener when his grandmother, uncles, or anyone else told stories. With the tradition of storytelling being almost gone, John decided he must use the new technologies of computers, printing and publishing to save these stories so that they would once again be passed on.

Jon T. CoxJon T. Cox

I grew up in Cheyenne, Wyoming and graduated from East High School, The University of Wyoming and most importantly, the school of life. I have had a variety of occupations and been many things in my time. I owe a great deal of these experiences, successes and strengths to my parents, sister, brother and family. My wife Tammy and my children, Kelly, Katy and Jon have allowed me to be whatever I dreamed. I love them all. From the experience of raising and contributing to a family, one learns a lot about life and the lessons it presents for passage through it. Another passion and love of mine is gardening. My wife has taught me a great deal about it and is the real gardener. I am really just the lawn boy.

One of the people who taught me other important lessons in life was Professor Victor Flach, who directed my Master’s program. He believed that we must make a record of our experiences. If we do not, then we must ask, did they ever happen? Although only a story, this book is a record and vital part of Native American culture that must not be allowed to disappear. I consider it a privilege to have been allowed to record this traditional story through my illustrations.

As for John Washakie, he is not one to talk about himself or his accomplishments. He is above all a great listener and because of that, he has learned many wonderful stories that colorfully teach life’s lessons. This is one of them and if you listen well enough, you too will learn a great deal.