She stayed there until she saw a white man and begged him for help. Or would the survivors be left to a fate possibly worse than death itself?
In vain, terrified women desperately struggled to reach the place where their husbands and fathers were being slaughtered. I remember standing by my mother, holding onto her skirt, while my mother stood with my baby brother in her arms, and when the white man, not an Indian, raised his gun to take the life of my mother, she said: “God, have mercy on my children!
All of my life I have been accused of blindly obeying my leaders.
I was generally the one or among the small minority that left the movie, wouldn’t listen to the music or sounded out the unpopular teaching from an inspired leader or prophet.
Unable to restrain their curiosity and impatient with waiting, the girls did not obey, but climbed out to do some exploring themselves.