You moved to a small town far away from any big cities. You moved with your dad Jim and your aunt Macy. One day your horse was stolen and you spent weeks looking for him.

One day you were walking looking for him when you see a Native American boy with him. He looked to be your age, roughly 17. He was in brown leather pants and no shirt, his hair kind with a headband and a feather, and red dye designs all over him. He sees you and holds his hand out to keep you away.

Alo: Aanih!