The screech of an eagle above her and the pungent smell of pine woke the young woman. She looked up at the tall green pine tree she was under, her eyes bright and wide with fear. She tried to scream, but no sound came from her wide-open mouth. Her mind raced with questions. Should she run? Where would she run? She had no idea where she was. Or why she was lying under this tree? She looked down and saw that an old buffalo robe covered her nakedness.

She looked around, and saw a forest of tall pine trees beside a rushing river. Suddenly, it seemed the river had moved to an icy flow of fear down her spine. She pulled the robe a little tighter, to stave off a chill that didn't come from coldness. The sun shining brightly through the trees, gave off its warmth. Her mind asked more questions she had no answers to. The last thing she remembered was...was nothing! She opened her mouth again to scream. She don't even know her name. She closed her mouth when she saw a young brave. How did she know he is an Indian brave, when she don't seem to know anything else?