A Indians Faith
Along the wide open land a stampede of Buffalo come running onto the wide-open land as the Indians are waiting and listening the ground shakes the sound of the Buffalo running across the land is like a heartbeat beating as the Indians wait the sound of the wolf howls and the eagle is flying by the Indians the Indians start to ride their horses right up to the Buffalo as a sphere hits the Buffalo it falls to the ground. The Indian is thankful for surviving and being the brave one to hunt his food for his family.
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