The people of Rolling Hills were quite tolerant of the tribe as long as everyone kept out of everyone's way, so once or twice each turn of the seasons the tribe sent people into town to trade. And since Wild Rose was his little sister and she was sick with the White Man's illness, so Attacking Hawk had been chosen to travel to the settlement of Rolling Hills in hopes of trading for medicine. He had brought a pony to help carry everything, and he would trade the horse as well if that is what it took. Rolling Hills were tolerant but they didn't shy from setting exorbitant prices on some of the goods.

He had left the tribe yesterday morning, and had travelled the entire day through woods that slowly turned into meadows. The closer to Rolling Hills that he came, the more signs there were of the White Settlers. He passed an abandoned wood cabin with the roof caved in, and he found an old camping ground which he made use of that night. The sun wasn't even in the sky when he set off again, but Attacking Hawk wasn't about to waste more time. He would need all the time he had in order to trade with the White Man, and even that was too long. 

The sun was over the horison and rising slowly in the sky when he came to a farm he knew was close to the town itself. The tribe called it White House simply because of the colour of the dwelling, and it stood out like a star in the large, vast fields that surrounded it. The man who had owned White House had always been friendly to the tribe and had allowed them to water horses on his land when they passed by. There was a large pond at the edge of the property, and this was where Attacking Hawk led his horses. 

His horses heard it first, their ears turning forwards to listen better. Attacking Hawk heard it when the came out of the copice and the giant oak came into view. It was a soft humming, and around the edge of the tree's roots he could just barely see the edge of blue cloth. A white woman. What was she doing here all alone?

For a moment Attacking Hawk hesitated, but then he steered the horses around the pond to the opposite side of the white woman. He slid off his horse, landing softly and with a slight rustle in the grass, and then let the two horses find their own way to the water itself. 

On the other side sat the woman in the blue dress, picking flowers and humming. Hopefully she would realise that he was only there to let the animals drink, and that he meant her no harm.