Reminding me of an Aboriginal elder, passing their pipe of peace around the circle, only to be passed to that White Devil full of guild..
Did the White Devil know which way the story was going to go? Too much guile would have had to been sensed.
Perhaps there was no game plan, only the rhythm of Life.. like a bucking horses' up's and down's.. and jerking from side to side.
The end result being a stallion's broken spirit..
From the whip's full of pinch, the lashes of the crop.. And the spurs full of vengeful thrusts, in no way, in any way of any winning, Only a demoralizing, and a shaming.
The Evil White Devil, his Evil didn't stop after he hunted down the Warrior.
The Warriors Scalp taking, perhaps an angry, brutality exposing of a weakness in their spirit when standing beside the Great Spirit's fullness'
No, no, It all has to be "owned up to". Then perhaps a healing will take place, A healing to where blame is resolved by confession and understanding, not by putting a monetary value on it, but by a Love for by a Love's knowing.