Chapter one

"Little river! Rain! Come to the tepee," White Braids, their Kautsa (grandmother) called. "Coming Kautsa!" They called back, they loved the time of day when they got to sit in the tepee with Kautsa and work on their baskets. It was almost time for berry picking so they had been working more time each day on baskets. Everyday Kautsa told then a different story. Today she told them about when she got lost in the woods with her friend and came face to face with some of the stick people! Soon it was time for dinner, they had dried samon and finger cakes. Rain loved finger cakes. Long after everyone had gone to sleep, Little River sat up in bed, something wasn't right. She sniffed the air and ran across the camp where her Toe-Ta (father )was keeping gaurd. "Toe-Ta! Fire!"
YJulie