Jordan trudged behind the Native, rolling his eyes like he was a small child. "If this is to protect me, why not just give me a horse and send me home? Why are you forcing me to come with you? I don't understand."
The American was soon panting as he tried to keep up. The Native's moved much faster than he did normally, and it seemed to be a normal way for them, since none of them were panting. As they moved, Jordan found himself studying Kiyiya. The man's skinned was dark, and tanning from the sun seemed to make it even darker. The deerskin pants interested the American. They were supple, moving easily with the male. However, they were also beautiful, and when they passed a patch of thorns, he could see how well they worked, since they brushed the plants aside, where Jordan got stuck and his pants tore a bit. "H-how much further is this village?"