I woke up in the morning to the sound of beating drums and I new what was coming I grabbed my deer skin coat and rushed out the door of are teepee. I was scared that my father was going to die you see my father is the chief of chikasaw another tribe tried to claim our land and we were going to fight for it. the tribe we were fighting against was big much bigger than ours so i did not think we had much of a chance of saving our land but we had no where else to go so we had to. the fight began later in the day when the first shot was fired. the first thing i saw was a arrow heading streight for my uncle i coud not even scream befor it hit him and by that time it was to late he had already fallen