CHAPTER ONE – Forsaken
The winter of 1839 was hard. The frozen winds howled like packs of hungry wolves. Harsh ice flurries felt like hundreds of tiny needles penetrating his face and uncovered parts of his body. Screaming in anguish, he raised his arms in defiance at the bitter blizzard sky, ahh gatono tsawonesuga aniyvwiya, gatono tsawonesuga aniyvwiya, why have you forgotten your people?
Falling to his knees and clutching his empty stomach, the tears from his face froze before they hit the ground. Resigned, he slowly sat down, crossed legged and placed his face to rest in his ice-covered hands. In his mind he could hear the faint rhythmic music of the flutes, drums and rattles while dancing around the big bonfire in a happier time, but that vision brought little actual comfort. Feeling conquered was foreign to him.
Finally facing with an opponent, he was powerless to fight.