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Rafael spat his chewing bamboo, coughing out blood as he sat down on his chair at the army camp. His men coughed, fed up with the rampant stink of the camp, and the hot mosquitoes that infiltrated their clothes and armor. The freshwater lake spring had been spoiled by the Aztec Rebels, poisoned beyond belief. Murky as hell. Devoid of happiness. This was to be their last resting place. And somehow, Rafael felt a foreboding move towards Heaven itself. Cortes may have wiped out the Aztecs, but their diminished population put up a fierce resista...
The Apache Tribelands1521The Mountain Bear, the great priest, and overseer of the tribe watched from the mountains below him. A great coyote, painted in the colours of dark black, and red ribbons of silk weaving around him came down the mountain. The coyote snarled. ‘Why do you disturb my quarters?’ He said.The Mountain Bear raised his staff. ‘Oh Great Coyote, the Spirit of the West, bless me. You have invited me into your dream. I only ask that you give me the interpretation of what I am seeking for.’The coyote raised his head. ‘You must ma...
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