Native Americans

Native Americans He rode as fast as the wind would allow him. As fast as his ability would allow him. He now spotted the first tipi in the distance. He wasn’t too late. He couldn’t be. Or? He now saw the second tipi, and the third. They both were... More

Native Americans He rode as fast as the wind would allow him. As fast as his ability would allow him. He now spotted the first tipi in the distance. He wasn’t too late. He couldn’t be. Or? He now saw the second tipi, and the third. They both were surrounded by the grey smoke, and the red flames that he knew had been achieved by the pale faces. He rode even faster now, not wanting to believe what he clearly could see. Not yet off the back of the horse, he pulled his tomahawk. The scream of rage echoed in his head as he watched the pale men destroy everything he loved. The young man was part of a prosperous tribe. They had lots of land, and lots of healthy animals. They lived in peace. They had little warriors, since there were not many other tribes nearby. And those few tribes that were nearby were harmless and peaceful also, as long as nobody crossed the wrong land. That rarely happened, and when it did the chiefs always solved it. They usually ended up having a Pow wow Less