Chapter 1

"Hey Rancho, how are you doing?" asked Brandon.

"I am fine thank you," Rancho walking towards the store.

"How is that adopted son, Running Toad doing, he hasn't decided to take your hair has he?" asked Brandon.

"No he is not like that, we are raising him better," said Rancho.

"It doesn't matter what you do, or how you raise him, he's an Indian, and he'll become a killer no matter what you do, you can’t tame the wild," said Brandon.

"You’re wrong, you are just afraid of what is different," Rancho walking into the store.

Back on the farm Rancho's wife, Martha was putting the baby, Running Toad into his crib and tucking him in, and then there was a knock at the door.

"Just a minute," said Martha.

She walked and opened the door.

"Michael, what do you want?" asked Martha.

"Where is your son?" asked Michael.

"Why, he is sleeping?" asked Martha.

"He has to go back, he can't stay here, when he grows up, everything will change or go wrong, you think you raised him right, but wait until he gets older, he'll have the urge to kill, maybe even go to town and burn it down or kill you and Rancho, it’s in his blood, you can’t change that," said Michael.

"Your wrong, he is a good baby, and he will be good when he is an adult," Martha slamming the door.

"Alright ma'am, you wait, and you'll see a change in him," said Michael getting on his horse and riding back into town.

Back in town, Rancho walked into the dress store, he was getting a nice dress for Martha.

"Howdy Rancho, how's the little guy doing?" asked the Storekeeper.

"He is doing great, thank you, Brandon and Michael are giving me fits about him," said Rancho.

"Yeah, that's what war will do to you, there is no changing them, they hate Indians, even if they are civilized now, they will still try and kill one if they had a chance, there so far into the past and not focusing on what’s a head, they are afraid," said the Storekeeper.

"Yes, that's what I told Brandon, that he was afraid of what's different, how much do I owe for the dress I ordered?" asked Rancho.

"That would be a dollar," said the Storekeeper.

"Here you go," Rancho handing the storekeeper a dollar for the dress.

"Thank you," said the Storekeeper putting into his cash register.

Rancho said good bye and walked out and went on his way home.