Red Storm began the sacred chant. Beginning quietly, he sang the words of power, ancient when his people were still wide-eyed with wonder at this new land. The land that had now been taken from them by the pale interlopers with their strange tools and stranger ideas. The old medicine man had seen too many of his kinsmen die at the hands of the intruders. Victims of their rifles, or strange... [click here for more]
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