half breed

A lone man stood on the ridge, the wind blowing around him. With red skin and hawk like face,he was shunned by the white eyes in their towns. With his streaks of blond and blue eyes, he was shunned by the indians in their villages. He looked down upon the moon lit valley,a large flame in the distance. With a slight grin he slowly nudged his horse down into the valley and the source of the light. As he made his way,he wondered what may have been the source. Probly some settlers from the east. No self respecting westerner would be foolish enough to make a fire indians could see for miles around. He reigned in close enough to see the flaming wagon,but far away enough from the outlaws to stay hidden. He watched with anger in his heart as the outlaws had their way with the women, the men laying dying. A slight grin came over his face as he drew a rifle from the saddle boot and yelled"howdy boys,get ready for hell,Hokka Hey". He rode in,firing as fast as he could, and taking down four before all went black.