Introduction
I am called Red Knife, a young Cheyenne brave alone and isolated deep in Crow territory. I was part of a war party to retaliate for a Crow raid on my village and was thrown from my war pony after it was hit by an enemy arrow. I only have my trusty knife sheathed on my loincloth waistband, apart from that I am almost naked but for moccasins and a leather headband to hold back my black braided hair and fix my Eagle feather. I am still adorned with the yellow and red war paint worn by Cheyenne braves when they are to do battle. I am lithe and sinewy and need all my strength and agility to get me back to my people. As it is summer I can expect the Crow Indian braves I may encounter to be as scantily clad as myself and it is not uncommon for them to wear a waistband without a loincloth.
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