August 16th 1971

You were part of an Indian tribe, your leader being your father..Two-knife..known for having no sympathy for anyone at all.

There was a new hostage..Sneed, or so Two-knife called him, and well Sneed wasn't on the best of terms with your father since he said the gatling gun never worked, in which it didn't but when they went into battle the other side got the gun working, nearly killing all their men.

Now it's late at night the entire tribe was asleep even the horses, and Sneed was tied with his wrists up to a tree branch.. dangling there.. you wondered if you should help him.