I rise from my (ti'pi)teepee at sunrise,my black hair brushed and side braided with my(wan bu li)eagle feather in place against the strands."Ho,Good morning Golden Crow."Said Father or I should say StepFather."You must head to (Wa zi')pine trees,(ma'to wa kan)Medicine bear can't pass the (wa kpa'la)river,great (man gha'zhu)rain caused (wa kpa'la)river to cry."He said.I nod to Silver Feather and hug my(Cha Sa ton'ga) on the way out.

My right strapped (ta'hcha)deer skin shirt blends in with the (chan wo he shma)woods well,so does my skirt which starts at my hip and ends at my mid thigh on the left side,while on the right it ends mid calf.My (Han pa)moccasins stop at my knee,then make a upside down V under my knee cap,the inside of my shoes is(shon zuma' in tu)wolf hide.

"Golden Crow."Stated a manly voice.A native man,about 20 winters old,black hair braided to his hips.(Ta ' hcha)Deer skin pants and (Han pa)moccasins.(Ma to')Bear marks cut into his chest skin.A pouch on his shoulder."Tear Claw,"I whisper hugging him.He was my brother,Silver Feather's son.I pull away."You've been gone for half a winter Tear Claw,half a winter,half."I shout."I know,the white man are preparing for war,I couldn't have gotten here sooner."He replies.He had to travel East by the coast,to get the herbs we needed."Any sign of Storm Catcher?"I ask."Not a sign."He replied."I know she's still alive,I can feel it."I state."I know you can Silver Feather gave you the greatest gift of the 'Black Star' tribe.You listen to the ancestors,an they will guide you."He said.He handed me a medicine pouch."Oh,for you."He said.A leather strapped necklace with a scarlet colored arrowhead was wrapped around my neck."Happy Aging."He yells.It was my birthday,Im 19 winters old.
I hug my brother and we part ways(till the next wind changes the leaves colors)season.

I walk back to the tribe with the herbs an supplies we needed,which isn't much.I walk to our tribe mothers tent.Sun Dancer thanks me and gets to work.I walk around the tribe and see all our people striving in the light.A young girl I knew well runs to me."Golden Crow,"Yelled little Fox Tail.I hug her."(Cha Sa ton'ga)Chief needs you."She whispers in my ear.I nod my head and head off to see my father.

I rush to his (ti'pi)teepee,I move the curtain and walk in.Silver Feather sat calmly on the ground in front of a man with a top hat,and a fancy suit.

"A white man,"I thought.

"Silver Feather please,we need your assistance in London."He begs.Silver Feather stays still as a (U'ta hu)oak."You white man always asking for more amongst my people,no matter how far you stumble."He says.The man didn't reply only anger filled his face.
The wind began to swirl around me,whispering,"don't trust a (shon ghi'la)fox to guard your(ma shtin'shka)rabbits."My dagger in my boot was quickly placed against the mans throat.Silver Feather continued to sit as the man yelled.Moments pass and the fabric on the(ti'pi)teepee begins to rip.

Three horsed men held a native by his hair."Tear Claw."I yell.He looked at me with his brown eyes of pain.My braid was being pulled hard,then I'm slammed to the ground,a boot on my back a gun to my fathers head."Silver Feather to save your tribe you will do as I say,"The man said.My breathing was hard,fast,rapid.My tribes lives were on the line."We need your services,a wild herd of mustangs are terrorizing London,we need a horse trainer as yourself to train them,"The man pauses."You are a trainer,Yes?"He asks.A click sounds on the gun aiming for my fathers head."Well Silver Feather."He asks.I was mentally panicking."I'll go!"I yell."I'll go!"I yell again.
"Golden Crow No!"Yelled Tear Claw.The tribe began to get rowdy.A man shots at someone and I see my father,dead on the ground."Anyone else!"He yelled.I escape the mans grip and run to my father."Father,Father No."I whisper holding his hand.Im then dragged away."No,No,No let me go,let me go!"I yell struggling more.I was being dragged away from my tribe,my home,my family.