When we last left the tribal maiden and the warrior they had discovered the other.
Back at the reservation, the two walk hand in hand for all to see.
They had an immediate attraction for the other.
Life had brought them together and together they'd be for all time.
Converging on the evening time the two embarked upon the canoe.
Going down the river and revering the other was what they did.
There were some Indians who hated the warrior for his strength.
They tried to ambush them but the warrior--White Wolf was ready.
With fiery arrows White Wolf shot up; in the air and the arrows came down around the offenders.
The maiden was comforted and not afraid for her courage was also fired.
Time had passed from this incidence to a newer time for them.
They had copulated while out one day from the reservation.
Having brought a little child to the family of the two the child grew to be a man.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2016-1-8)