Post by Cautious Horse on Oct 5, 2015 8:48:42 GMT
The deer that Cautious Horse and his men had hunted for the village lay on the ground, its motionless corpse blending seemlessly with the scene that had presented itself. Cautious Horse stood there, motionless as his eyes coldly scanned the carnage before him. The camp that he and his kin called home was now a waste of vacant wickiups with their former inhabitants scattered here and there with the flies already bending to their labour.
It would have been easy for Cautious Horse to break down into inconsolable despair, as Sitting Duck had already begun to do, it may have even been expected of him. He might have also taken out his rage on Kevin Costner, but he knew better than to hold him responsible for the actions of his kin. Instead, Cautious Horse gritted his teeth, his mind now set about to focusing on one task and one task alone.
Cautious Horse and his party know better than to stay at the encampment, they make their way back into the badlands.
It would have been easy for Cautious Horse to break down into inconsolable despair, as Sitting Duck had already begun to do, it may have even been expected of him. He might have also taken out his rage on Kevin Costner, but he knew better than to hold him responsible for the actions of his kin. Instead, Cautious Horse gritted his teeth, his mind now set about to focusing on one task and one task alone.
Cautious Horse and his party know better than to stay at the encampment, they make their way back into the badlands.