[1867] the small pillar of smoke looming above the bundle of Tepees could be seen for miles, not helped by the fact the land was full of nature flourishing, not helping to hide the bright unnatural colours of the people and objects a lone man stood by a weathered horse, stroking its patchy maine and cooing at it, like a father to his child, he unsadled it and took his longcoat off, revealing his tattoos and bare back, ripe with whip marks and other scars

he was entering his Tepee when he heard something behind him