Not long ago, Walks with Ghosts had called upon Thunderbird repeatedly for aid in battle on behalf of Coyote Braves driving whites from the slave holding nation known as the Confederacy out of Indian teritory.  Five braves had thrown down their guns and taken up their bows at this proof of the power of the old ways still among them, but nonetheless Thunderbird had deemed her calling upon his power as tiresome, and asked that she return an ancient reed doll to the small lake where it was made, far to the south in the confederate teritory they dared to still call Texas.<br/><br/>Creeping through buffalo grass far higher tha her head, beautiful pristine blue and green, she noted, almost abruptly, that she was being watched.