to their front he knew the box canyon lay and inside his people. Somewhere with the rocks was Flying Bird. So close, but so very far away. He wanted to take his pony and ride through the enemy and into the canyon, but he knew this was a foolish act. Instead he rode back away from the enemy to sit and meditate on his actions.
Stopping about a mile from the invaders, Shining Moon tied his ponies. He took from his horse his bow and quiver of arrows and made sure his knife was secure on his belt. He felt for the spear point, wrapped in his pouch. Walking away from the horses, he sat down, and taking deep breaths, closed his eyes. He did not think of Flying Bird but only of the invaders. And in time he decided on a course of action. He would not break through to his people, but would instead with each night sneak in with the enemy and kill as many as he could. Silently, like a snake, he would creep close to them and cut their throats.
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