Kiyiya nodded and took back his gourd, “Jordan…” The brave chose his next words carefully. He did not want to scare the soldier, but Kiyiya wanted the kachada to truly understand how much danger he was in.

He sighed in anger and sat next to the soldier, “You cannot go back to your HOME because, it is gone. Comanche burnt it all, next they kill you! If the Comanche kill you all Native people suffer in this region. The white men come and kill us all. They no listen to talks of peace…I have seen this before. I will not let you hurt my people.”

The brave stood trying to swash his anger at the ignorant white man. “Get up, we must keep moving.”