Miguel had been mostly silent throughout this all. Mostly paralyzed with fear. He couldn't stop staring at the medicine woman.<br/><br/>The Valley people's medicine woman had passed away shortly before the missionaries had arrived. Miguel had never met one, but heard stories about the powerful women of the forest who could talk with spirits, Cure Disease, and even inflict powerful curses. With no medicine woman, most of the village immediately accepted them as there new spiritual leaders. Some disagreed with the teachings of the white man's god as foolishness and tried to challenge them, but they were unsuccessful and eventually were forced to flee into the forests.<br/><br/>Miguel was never one of those men, and had always accepted the New ways. After all, New things were always better than old ones weren't they? But somehow, right here, right now, the Medicine woman's gaze seemed more real than the God that Zachary spoke of.