An Indian tale(part 2)

We heard the banging of someone beating a saucepan and as the alarm
filled the night, Black Fox darted forward with White Deer and, I
following close behind.
Black Fox led us zigzagging through the maze of houses. All around us
the settlement seemed to wake from a drunken daze and gun shots filled
the night air. We heard running of feet as a hundred more people joined
the chase and then the barking of hunting dogs from all around
us.
Black Fox led us down an ally and we found that it was a dead end.
Heart broken we turned and watched the white men approach, grins
dominating their faces as they closed in on us, like a panther catching
it's prey.
"The roof!" Black Fox shouted suddenly and the next second he was on
it. I clambered on after him and Black Fox managed to grabbed White
Deer and then we were off. The roofs were not steep but were covered
with dirt and growing grass. As we clambered along them dirt and grass
cascaded off the edges covering the men below and giving away our
position.
After a while of doing this Black Fox stopped and for a long time we
stood silently on the top of the roof, not moving. Of course the White
men could not see us and soon passed, their dogs no use any more, now
we were up in the air. We clambered down from the roof and ran to the
wall. Disguised under a pile of leaves and sticks was a hole, just big
enough for us to squeeze through.
I went first, crouching low and then crawling under the soil, not quite
believing it was happening. As I came out of the hole, I felt the wind
blow my face and the excitement of being free seeped through me. I
stood up and was suddenly aware of a group of twenty or so White men
standing some way off. They were pointing their weapons at me and I
knew they had been waiting for us.
White Deer came out of the hole next and we stood in silence, facing
them with our backs against the wall. When Black Fox emerged he took
one look at them and let out his battle cry.
This time it was answered by many voices and from the forest came about
a hundred Sioux, dressed for battle, riding proudly on horses, bows and
arrows ready to shoot
The battle did not last long. After a few minuets the White men were
dead and the Sioux retreated into the forest, knowing that soon the
whole settlement would be ready for battle, one that the Sioux could
not win.
We rode back to the camp and entered as heroes. I went to my father,
Crazy Horse, the chief of the Sioux and told him of the cavalry, that
had arrived that day and what it meant for the Sioux. The following
day, for the first time ever, the Sioux joined forces with the Cheyenne
Indians.
On the 25th of June 1876, three thousand Sioux and Cheyenne Indian
warriors gathered at little Bighorn River, in Montana, to fight for
their lands. Led by Crazy Horse and Gal, the Indians defeated the White
men. No man from Colonel Custer's 7th cavalry lived to see anther
day."
The two boys clapped there hands excitedly, when they heard this
news.
"We won," Jaybird shouted.
Sparrow Hawk's face creased into a smile. He picked up his pipe, lit it
and leaned back into the bedding of Buffalo furs. Face content he
puffed out clouds of smoke, softly humming a tune to himself.
"But what happened after the battle?" Speckled Bird asked. "What
happened to White Deer and Black Fox?"
"Isn't that anther story?" Sparrow Hawk asked them with a
chuckle.
"No it is not." Speckled Bird informed him. "It is the end to this
one."
"Well, sadly at the battle of little Bighorn River, Black Fox died
after he was shot by one of the cavalry. Our father, Crazy Horse,
revenged his death by killing and scalping over twenty men. When he
died many years later, it was I, instead of Black Fox, that became
chief of the Sioux."
"And White Deer?"
"With her kindness and charm there was no one among us that hated her
for being white. She was treated as an equal and learnt the skills of
medicine. Many years later we married and had five children. During her
life she saved many lives and past on her knowledge to others. She was
loved by all that met her."