OLD WEST MEETS NEW WEST
Indians creep up on the large house that sits like a castle amongst tall reeds. They spy the mother hanging weird clothes up on some kind of thin wire, and sneer. They know that these other folk should not be on their land, and their fingers clasp around spear and dagger alike as anger flows through molten blood. They narrow their eyes, and make ready for war inside their mind - make ready for the spill of blood.
An Indian jumps as a child races out of the house with a gun in hand. The mother smiles at the child, and then continues to hang up her clothes. The child runs around in circles. The child rushes across the yard, and then back again. The child runs in more circles, and then races for a shrub that sits close to the ground
A male rushes to the door as the child hides under the bush. He yells at the mother, and then rushes for the bush in order to get the child out from under it.
The Indians gasp as the man breaks limbs, and upturns soil, as he tries to get the child out from under the bush. Soon the man has dragged the child out, and they laugh as the child screams until it is red-faced.
The male picks up the child, and then yells at the mother who has a dazed smile on her milk-pale face. The male then takes the child inside, and slams the door closed.
The Indians look at the mother who continues on with her duties at a pace that is much too slow. They look and stare, as facts and figures run through their minds. They then look to the chief who plucks a feather from his hat, and shows the red peak. War is declared.