Chapter 1

The last frontier known as the Wild West was coming to an end, the county was becoming smaller for every settler that stepped past the Rock Mountains. The great tribes that once ran across the tall grass plains on their horses chasing the buffalo now moved place to place. More dieing as they walked a long the trail of the white man, but some still kept on fighting…

The loud cry the of Indian warriors could be heard across the grassy plains. They shot arrows into the sky that fell to the earth cutting whatever form of matter they hit. The soldiers below had little to defeat themselves with their single shot rifles some piled the dead horses side by side to use has a wall to protect themselves from the oncoming natives. They came closer and closer. Some of the soldiers ran in fear while others faced their death. As the riders came a upon them willing their battle axes in the air, leaping over the wall of rotting horse flesh. Two fell from their mounts as the soldier’s bullets pierced their chests. The third scalped off the head a young major before another soldier had fired at him.

After all the bullets fired and the arrows shot all the cavalry fell dead along with a few warriors beside them. The remaining warriors cheered for their victory over the white man and the victory of regaining their land but it would not last forever.

The small black foot Indian girl stood silently as her mother choked and gagged lying on the soft green grass of the warm spring day. The mother watched as the white fluffy clouds slowly passed her by. She reached over and clutched her daughter’s hand, “Child listen to what I’m going to tell you.” She choked red blood and spit, it landed on arm and the child’s hand. She didn’t wipe it away. “You must find a safe place to hide the white men are coming, these will not be like the last one’s we saw. These white men kill and destroy everything in their path.” The mother breathed deeply, “Remember Little Hawk I will always love you.” She whisperer, then her hand slipped from the child’s arm and fell to the ground.

“Mom…”

Little Hawk finished laying the spring flowers on her mother’s grave. She raised her hands in the air and began chanting the ancient words of her ancestors, wishing her mother a safe journey into the afterlife. Then she bowed her head, her hair as black as a raven’s wings flowed over the flowers like tiny rivers connected to the vast sea. With her mother Little Hawk didn’t know what to do she wondered across the green grass plains over the mountains and into the mist forest of the far west.

This place was strange water was everywhere it clutched the trees like a newborn baby to its mother. Little Hawk knew she was running out of food and she would have to find a place of shelter for the night. She grasped onto her horse’s mane kicking the horse forward into a gallop. The horse raced though the woods the anime became a gray blur against the hazy backdrop the forest. Leaving only hoof prints behind, Little Hawk held her arms out into the wind and howled like a wolf as the horse jumped over logs and fallen down trees. She smiled as the horse slowed to a stop, in front of her was a horrible scene two white girl about Little Hawk’s age. The girls blue eyes widened as did Little Hawk’s brown eyes. The white girls let out a scream as Little Hawk’s horse reared and turned running as fast as its legs could run. Little Hawk glanced behind as two other horses galloped into her view carrying two white men. The men’s horses snored furiously their legs shaking the ground as ripped up the wet grass. Little Hawk saw one of the bullets zoom pass her hitting a tree.

“I’ll get her!” One of the men shouted, he reloaded his firearm. He held the weapon up to his shoulder and fired the bullet hit Little Hawk’s horse. The bullet broke the horse’s rear leg, throwing Little Hawk in the thick part of the forest. Red liquid ran down her face and onto her clothes, she stumbled up as one of the white men galloped toward her. She ran though the woods then her soaked feet slipped on a rock. Little Hawk fell hitting her head again the last thing she heard was a gun firing before all was black.