Intertribal Life Newspaper -

A young Kiowa brave stood quietly in the midst of blackberry bushes and waited for a giant elk to approach him.

"Welcome, my brother," the brave, named Broken Face, reached out his hand and stroked the neck of the elk. "And how is Bear Killer on this fine day?"

The elk snorted and shook his mighty antlers. When the elk had been young, he had been attacked by a bear. The bear had raked the elk's hide with his sharp claws, leaving scars that still showed after ten years. The struggle had been vicious, the bear had nearly won until the young elk had speared the bear with one of his pointed ant...