The war party encircled the firer, each one painted their face to reflect their tribes symbol.

The women, danced and sang as the braves shook their toma-hawks in a frenzie in the anticipation of battle.

The Chief sat with his leg cross as they sang in their native tongs.

The elders sat along side of him, with their colorful head dresses reflecting their status in the tribal order.

Little braves watch as their fathers, chanted war songs, singing unto the spirits of their ancestors.

Squa’s and maidens sat among each other singing and dancing in their ritual songs in hopes of their safe return.

The medicine man rattle and medicine wond shook almost with fury as he danced around each brave.

smoke stacks were seen over the mountain in the land in which the buffalo roamed.

Morining would soon rise and they would ride across their land in rades to protect what they believe in.

It is said that “A man who does not respect what is not his, will always reap distruction and pain