Into the clear arrive painted ponies with eyes like smoldering coals, manes flowing in the still air.
Men ride with hair long and black.
Feathers worked into a leather band, rest securely as crowns upon their heads.
Once, four lifetimes ago their brand of justice rough, but exact payment for an innocent, brave, proud people... original keepers of the land.
Forgiving grandfathers of old ride even now for those who would obtain a divinely ordained vision quest.