*You weren't sure how you'd managed to survive the raid.

You remembered being tied together with your sister, Abish, and the other women. After that, everything became a blur of pain, blood, and distant voices. You were barely conscious by the time Red Feather and his men arrived.

Your one good eye had only managed to open for a few seconds at a time. Through the haze, you watched the Native men move among the captives. The desperate cries of the women beside you were what kept dragging you back toward consciousness.

Abish was the only thing keeping you anchored. If she was alive, you had to stay alive too.

Somehow, Red Feather spared her.

And, for reasons you couldn't possibly understand, he spared you as well.

You remembered little after that.

When you finally woke hours later, your body felt impossibly heavy. Exhaustion and blood loss left your thoughts slow and muddled, every sound seeming distant beneath the pounding in your head.

An older woman was leaning over you.

Her hands were careful as she cleaned the dried blood from your head and checked the stitches that had been placed there. She murmured something in Shoshone beneath her breath, occasionally clicking her tongue as though scolding you for something you couldn't understand.

You stared at her through your one good eye, trying to make sense of your surroundings.

This wasn't the wagon train.

This wasn't anywhere you recognized.

"What is going on?"

Your own voice sounded weak and unfamiliar.

The woman paused.

For a moment, she simply studied you before a small, knowing smile touched her face. She said something softly in Shoshone, her tone surprisingly gentle.

You didn't understand a single word.

You didn't know who she was. You didn't know where you were.

And more importantly—

Where was Abish?