She was taken by the Lakota some twenty years ago. Her mother was heartbroken. Her brother Frank was a year younger then her. Her other brother Jesse was two years younger then her. What happens when she and her children come back to Liberty, Missouri looking for her white family? Will Jesse & frank accepts her into their lives? Will Comanche Tom fall in love with this Lakota woman? And what will the town of Liberty think of this lost child come back to her birthplace?
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I was about four years old when I was taken by a band of Lakota warriors. They'd been raiding our lands for years, but I was the only white girl they took home with them. I was to replace the Chief's daughter, killed by white men only three days earlier when the village was attacked and burned. My white mother and I were outside with my two younger brothers, in the garden. We were planting corn and beans and squash and lettuce. We heard the sound of horse hooves pounding there way to our farm. I grabbed my two brothers by the arm and hauled them into the house. My white mother was in the barn getting more seeds when the warriors came onto the farm. I grabbed the shotgun and tried to shoot them, but I was too little and the warriors just smacked the gun away. They grabbed me up in there strong arms as my white mother walked out of the barn. I remember yelling for her, but I don't remember the white words I was saying.
My white mother ran up to the warriors and started to hit their legs yelling, I think, to give me back to her. I saw them laugh and then they turned their horses around and I never saw my white mother again. I tired to turn around and only caught a glimpse of her grabbing my brothers and heading into town to warn the others. I prayed that they would come looking for me, but I never thought it would be some twenty years later that I would be returning to them on my own.
I don't remember much of the ride except that I was cold almost the whole ride to the village. As soon as I saw more Indians I cried. That night I slept on the ground next to another woman I didn't know. I cried until I could cry no more and then fell asleep. I woke up the next morning hungrier then I'd ever been. That was the end of me being a white girl. From that day on, I was a Lakota woman, daughter to Chief White Horse.