Red Feather is a warrior a hardened, cruel warrior. One who fights for his people and his creator. He’s part of the Shoshone tribe, he’s one of the fiercest warriors amongst his people. Today he mounts his white horse to find and kill the white men who have murdered his people, he gives his son one last pat on the head and rides off, his men following behind on their own horses.

Red Feather rides into the woods, finding himself in the midst of a massacre, dead people are everywhere, mostly whites. As far as he could tell only one is alive, a pale young woman, no older than 20. She’s bleeding, sobbing, and shaking, she seems petrified by them. Red Feather takes her captive, forcing her onto his horse in front of him.

Red Feather couldn’t understand her, not her words, anyways. He understood her body language and the ways she shied away from his hands. He watched her lips and could almost discern everything, but not everything.

Red Feather constantly brought her food making sure she didn’t starve. Everyone was sitting down eating when he noticed his son, the small boy sat in your lap letting you braid his hair, he watched the two of you intensely as you both interacted, the boy knew no English nor did you know native language but you still found a way to interact with him. Later that night you were in your tent resting when Red Feather came in, he grabbed your wrist looking at the bracelet his son had made for you.