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left signaling Walks with Fire before leaving. The other man nodded in understanding as he moved to the right with White Fox.
Walks with Fire and White Fox stealthily approached the sleeping Tlingits covered by the blackness of the night. White Fox could barely contain his excitement at once again grabbing the sleeping woman from her blankets. He knew that once he had her, he would scream to alert his people and they would over take the Caribou Hunters. White Fox would be a hero in their eyes and he could have anything he wished. Suspiciously, Walks with Fire watched him. Staying low they approached on silent feet. The other Caribou Hunters waited for the signal before running into the camp, bellowing their war cry and killing everyone in their wake.
White Fox reached for the red and blue blanket intending to grab the young woman by the shoulders and pull her away to the waiting Walks with Fire. His grasp found only blankets. Again he grappled for her, more rolled up blankets. Shocked, he turned to Walks with Fire, who was staring down at the pile of blankets. Walks with Fire walked over and kicked the other bedroll. Once again, no one was there. “What is going on? Where are they?” White Fox turned to walk into the center of the camp. Walks of Fire, who now had a tight grip on his arm, quickly halted him.
“We will go to Charging Elk. Now.” He pushed White Fox back into the trees. “I think you have led us into a trap.” White Fox protested, trying to pull his arm free but to no avail. Walks of Fire scanned the trees as they moved carefully back to where the others waited. His grip tightened on the other man's arm.
“ Let us kill this one now, he has tricked us.” Walks with Fire was angry and growing more agitated by the minute.
“They can't be far away, someone must have warned them.” Charging Elk's eyes went directly to White Fox, who was staring at the ground. Charging Elk was rethinking his plan when a loud whoop was heard directly behind him. Within minutes the eight surprised warriors, including White Fox, were subdued and lying face down on the ground. Their hands were tied behind their backs and Gray Wolf and his warriors stood over them, weapons ready.
“Gray Wolf, it is me, White Fox. I led these men to you so you could capture them. Untie me. I must see my mother right away.” White Fox tried to roll over, “Dancing Bear, it is me White Fox, help me up.” Dancing Bear hesitated, but then moved towards White Fox. Walks with Fire glared at White Fox from his prone position. Dancing Bear stopped.
“Leave him be. He will stay tied like the rest of these men. Bring them to the fire.” Gray Wolf helped Charging Elk to his feet and led the procession to the center of the camp. The two young warriors were the same height and stature and even as a captive, Charging Elk held his head proudly. Dancing Bear followed directly behind White Fox, confused but obedient. He was happy that his friend had returned.
Snow Eagle, Black Rain and the others slowly returned to the fire from their hiding places. Frightened Deer was shocked when she saw Charging Elk. She ran towards him but Little Fawn reached out and stopped her. Little Fawn and Red Hawk led her to the circle, but her eyes never left Charging Elk.
“Songbird, are you all right? Songbird it is me, Charging Elk.” Charging Elk called out to her. She nodded in the affirmative; still she did not speak. “I demand to speak to the Elders. This woman belongs to the Caribou Hunters.”
Snow Eagle approached the captives. “We will sit and discuss our situation. You have come to take the woman you call Songbird home, but you came as warriors to kill our people. You travel with one of us that has been condemned to death. There is much to say.” Snow Eagle sat and began smudging himself with the burning sage. The others took their places around the flaming fire. Nothing further would be said until the ceremonial smudging was complete. White Fox called
Walks with Fire and White Fox stealthily approached the sleeping Tlingits covered by the blackness of the night. White Fox could barely contain his excitement at once again grabbing the sleeping woman from her blankets. He knew that once he had her, he would scream to alert his people and they would over take the Caribou Hunters. White Fox would be a hero in their eyes and he could have anything he wished. Suspiciously, Walks with Fire watched him. Staying low they approached on silent feet. The other Caribou Hunters waited for the signal before running into the camp, bellowing their war cry and killing everyone in their wake.
White Fox reached for the red and blue blanket intending to grab the young woman by the shoulders and pull her away to the waiting Walks with Fire. His grasp found only blankets. Again he grappled for her, more rolled up blankets. Shocked, he turned to Walks with Fire, who was staring down at the pile of blankets. Walks with Fire walked over and kicked the other bedroll. Once again, no one was there. “What is going on? Where are they?” White Fox turned to walk into the center of the camp. Walks of Fire, who now had a tight grip on his arm, quickly halted him.
“We will go to Charging Elk. Now.” He pushed White Fox back into the trees. “I think you have led us into a trap.” White Fox protested, trying to pull his arm free but to no avail. Walks of Fire scanned the trees as they moved carefully back to where the others waited. His grip tightened on the other man's arm.
“ Let us kill this one now, he has tricked us.” Walks with Fire was angry and growing more agitated by the minute.
“They can't be far away, someone must have warned them.” Charging Elk's eyes went directly to White Fox, who was staring at the ground. Charging Elk was rethinking his plan when a loud whoop was heard directly behind him. Within minutes the eight surprised warriors, including White Fox, were subdued and lying face down on the ground. Their hands were tied behind their backs and Gray Wolf and his warriors stood over them, weapons ready.
“Gray Wolf, it is me, White Fox. I led these men to you so you could capture them. Untie me. I must see my mother right away.” White Fox tried to roll over, “Dancing Bear, it is me White Fox, help me up.” Dancing Bear hesitated, but then moved towards White Fox. Walks with Fire glared at White Fox from his prone position. Dancing Bear stopped.
“Leave him be. He will stay tied like the rest of these men. Bring them to the fire.” Gray Wolf helped Charging Elk to his feet and led the procession to the center of the camp. The two young warriors were the same height and stature and even as a captive, Charging Elk held his head proudly. Dancing Bear followed directly behind White Fox, confused but obedient. He was happy that his friend had returned.
Snow Eagle, Black Rain and the others slowly returned to the fire from their hiding places. Frightened Deer was shocked when she saw Charging Elk. She ran towards him but Little Fawn reached out and stopped her. Little Fawn and Red Hawk led her to the circle, but her eyes never left Charging Elk.
“Songbird, are you all right? Songbird it is me, Charging Elk.” Charging Elk called out to her. She nodded in the affirmative; still she did not speak. “I demand to speak to the Elders. This woman belongs to the Caribou Hunters.”
Snow Eagle approached the captives. “We will sit and discuss our situation. You have come to take the woman you call Songbird home, but you came as warriors to kill our people. You travel with one of us that has been condemned to death. There is much to say.” Snow Eagle sat and began smudging himself with the burning sage. The others took their places around the flaming fire. Nothing further would be said until the ceremonial smudging was complete. White Fox called
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