Summer 1868 – To Stand Without Hesitation

Angtha’s voice was like distant passage of a buffalo herd. I could feel the vibrations in my bones. It raised its staff and pointed at Father. “The war goes on. We did not begin it. We may not be here at its end. But we fight.”

Father rubbed his brow. “I am tired, Angtha. I do not like these christians. I do not desire to protect them. Let the Chittering Horde devour them. What would be the loss?”

Angtha’s laughter seemed to vibrate the ground. “The Horde does not stop. Do you think it would be satisfied with those stringy breakfasts?”