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Thief, Mountains, Historical
The elder sat under the tree at the top of the mountain, gazing eastward into the rising sun. He frowned as a coyote padded upward toward him to sit beside him.
“10 of their ‘muskets.’ Said Coyote. “For the land.”
The elder nodded. “And clothing, metals, and tools. We trade for usage, but they consider the land theirs now. They will take it for their own.”
Coyote chuckled. “They will take everything, all across the nations. Your people will be rounded up and placed in specific areas, reserved for your tribes.”
The elder nodded again, a tear tracing his face. “They will steal this land from us?”
Coyote laughed. “No, they will conquer it, and you. You will be set aside and be considered less than a man to them. Eventually, you will build again, but never to regain what was lost.”
“That is as it should be then. We will accept it.”
Coyote scoffed and pawed at the dirt. “How can you accept it? How can you allow these men to enslave you?”
The elder slowly turned to Coyote and smiled. “We will be conquered, set aside, enslaved, but we will remain alive. How many nations slaughter those that stand before them without a second thought? How many nations allow a conquered people to own land, even if the land is not productive?”
Coyote shivered. “Conquerors take, conquered are ground into dust.”
The elder smiled again, a tired, resigned smile. “Yet, this dust we will be ground into will allow us to live. Perhaps, one day, we will teach these newcomers the ways of this world. We may never be equal in their eyes, but their sight will still hold a remnant of our people within them.”