He looked over thoughtfully at the waterfall, as he sat on his loyal stead. Only a couple minutes ago he threw his wife into the river. Her body tangled with ropes and stones dragging her down into the deep abyss of water. Only to realise that the force of the water was too strong, making the rocks crumble which would allow his wife to be swept away. He looked on with piecing eyes seeing the reflection of a women he once loved...reappear.

He knew that if she survived her lovers who he caught red handed the other night in their house would kill him. These men were English men who were taking over the new land. My Indian tribe have been fighting off their advances for decades. However, these men were part of the well known army who had slaughtered previous Indian tribes.

The man decided that he had to murder his wife to protect his honour. If the tribe were to find out that his wife’s betrayal was no longer a rumour. The tribe would punish him by amputated his limbs in front of the tribe and kill his wife. He decided to kill his wife to save himself.

He saw as his wife grabbed onto a large rock in the stream shouting for help. The man. The murderer still had work to be done. The man took a firm hold on the reins determined to finish the job.