This was long ago, before the coming of the horse. The People hunted the buffalo, and deer and small game. They gathered nuts and berries and plums. The Forest Band had more of these than the bands farther west, who had more buffalo.... Each place to live has its problems and its good things, no? But they got along well, usually. Sometimes in the moons of late winter there was hunger, if they had not stored enough food, or if there was some unusual happening. Is the time just before Awakening not called the Moon of Hunger? Then, sometimes, it was the Moon of Starvation. But not usually. Times were good. The Forest Band of the People had attended the Sun Dance, and all the bands had scattered again, each to its own area.... The Western Band, not so far west then, had not yet divided into Mountain and Red Rocks Bands. There were the Northern and Southern Bands, and the Eastern Band, living like our own Forest Band, in the forested area north of us. Not so successfully, of course. You know how they are, the Eastern Band. One main problem of those of us who hunted the forests was always conflict with others. Our hunters would encounter hunters from other tribes, and there would be arguments, sometimes fighting. In that terrible year long ago, when the Forest Band returned from the Sun Dance to one of their favorite camping places, there were strangers living there. They were cutting poles and building houses, and it was not good. There was much anger on the part of the young men of both sides. The strangers spoke a different tongue, but knew some hand signs, so the chiefs were able to smoke the pipe and hold a council. It was agreed that there was no need for bloodshed, that it would be better to live in peace. Besides, the newcomers were big and strong and there were many of them. So, the People moved on, still in their usual area for hunting and camping, but a little farther to the south. The hunters sometimes encountered those of the invading new people, the Shaved-heads, but by agreement, they respected each other's rights. The treaty seemed to be working. It was a hot summer, it is said, and that led to some irritation and impatience, maybe. It was in the Moon of Ripening, when they were beginning to gather and prepare food for storage against the coming Moons of Long Nights and Snows, that the trouble began. There was a young man, Big Dog, nephew of the band chief. He was a capable hunter, a good swimmer and wrestler, fast in a running race, and very handsome. Such a young man as we admire, who would someday be a leader, and whom all the young women saw as an ideal husband. But so far, he was more interested in hunting and sports and races and games. He was bright and cheerful and friendly to all of the young women, but had courted no one in particular yet. He did have a temper, which may have caused all of the trouble. Dog had been hunting with two friends, Black Snake and Jumper. They had stalked a deer very skillfully, and Big Dog finally struck it with an arrow. The three hurried after the big buck as it made its last dying leaps through the trees and brush. They lost sight of it, and when they finally picked up the trail of blood and tracked it a little way, they found a hunter in the process of kneeling to cut the throat and bleed the deer. Other hunters stood behind him. That is my kill! stated Big Dog, using hand signs. The o