Kiowa Gordon: tightening her braid We track 'em through the canyon. They won't escape.
Kiowa Gordon: whispering to EtherealRavine Stay low and keep quiet. We're getting closer.
Kiowa Gordon: raises her hand, signaling EtherealRavine to stop Hold on. I heard something.
Kiowa Gordon: crouches down and scans the area Cover me. I'm going to check it out.
I cover her as she checks it out
Kiowa Gordon: carefully approaches the source of the sound, knife in hand Alright, whoever you are, show yourself!
I stay hidden, ready to fight
Kiowa Gordon: spots a white man hiding behind a tree, lunges at him, subduing him with a swift kick You thought you could hide from me? Think again! Man: grunts in pain Who...who are you?
Kiowa Gordon: smirks I'm Kiowa Gordon, daughter of the great Chief of the Navajo Nation. And you're coming with me back to my people.
once we have the white man, we take him back to our tribe
Kiowa Gordon: grabs the white man's arm forcefully Move it, or I'll make you walk. We're heading back to my tribe, and there's no room for anyone who wants to slow us down.
we take his wagon too, some of the food falls out when we take it, but we still have food
Kiowa Gordon: glances at the fallen food, then smirks Looks like Mother Nature is helping us out. No need to waste time gathering more food. Let's move, EtherealRavine. We've got a long journey ahead of us.
Kiowa Gordon: leads the way, pushing through the dense forest, her determination unwavering We won't stop until we reach our tribe.
Kiowa Gordon: pauses abruptly, sensing danger Wait. Something doesn't feel right. Stay close, EtherealRavine. We might be walking into a trap.