“When I was a young brave, the Spanish men of your God came to our village. My father had seen in a dream that one day I would have need of the language of your people…I thought it was foolish, then you came.” Kiyiya smiled at the man laying across from him. The brave felt more comfortable and happy than he had in a long time. Many of his days were spent watching others and he felt isolated even though he was part of the tribe. What was it about the kachada that was making him feel this way?

“Jordan, your name Deheeya makes you a member of the tribe. When we name a person we look to their qualities…soul…you walk and act like the mighty horse, head strong and brave. I hope that you are not offended”