The Golden Arrow

Chief Heretchaa eyed his human quarry as he nocked an arrow, its unique golden tip ablaze in the midday sun. A solitary bead of sweat traced a path down his forehead and across his left cheek, but he ignored it; the success of this undertaking was his only concern. The Dakota summer skies were clear and blue, but letting loose this arrow would announce that a storm was coming...

Daniel Moss made a living as a bounty hunter and a supplier of various desired items to the native populations ...