Kiyiya’s head shot up and he stood quickly. He could recognize a white man’s voice and was worried that his new comer might start something. His mother and sister sat at the back of the tent, both of there eyes wide with here. He gesture’s silently with his hand for them to stay in the teepee. He exit slowly and looks out to see about ten white men on horse back entering the village. The leader speaks slowly as if the tribe members are ignorant fools. Frowning he makes his way near the center of the village where the soldier has stopped.

Kiyiya’s uncle and a few of the other braves have gathered around, standing in front of the horses. Kiyiya stands beside his uncle and translates. The chief nods. “Tell them who I am and that they are welcome here. Ask them what they want.”

“Welcome to the village soldiers. I am Kiyiya and this is our chief . I will translate for you as I speak your language. What do you seek?”