The Missing Chief.

It had been a very long morning and the fighting had been intense. They had taken many scalps from the men who flew the flag and blew the war trumpet. The tribe had outnumbered the pale faced men and had fought them in the hills and chased them into ravines. 

The chief had gone missing during the morning and the two young braves had been looking for him everywhere. There was no sign of him or the distinctive pony he was riding. Both braves knew and understood the value of the chief and were diligent in their search. They had searched every ravine and decided to continue and search them again, but then came a loud shout that they had both been dreading to hear and realised they would have to continue the search later....''come on you two your foods ready and don't forget to wash that sand off before you sit down at the table''.