The Chiricahuas seemed to take particular delight in attacking the Whites who had homesteaded in the region. The homesteaders were not doing any real ...arm to the Indians, it was just the principle of the thing: strangers were moving in and the Indians felt under pressure. Given the chance, the two peoples could have gotten along to their mutual advantage, but each side was frightened by the presence of the other. Fire Bringer wanted to do what he could to alleviate the conflict.Fire Bringer. Pulling on the lead so that I follow behind on hands and knees, he heads toward the open door. I try to resist, not wanting to be taken outside naked and crawling but the chain digs into my throat and he doesn't stop to see why I hesitate. The concrete sc****s at my knees as we step out onto the sidewalk. I curl a bit into myself in modesty as I look about to see if anyone is around. Fortunately, there doesn't appear to be anyone but the cars passing by on the highway, likely too quick to get a. Her body was frozen in place, her mind whirling as she tried to figure out what was happening. It was almost midnight, yet the light that shone in the window was brighter then the noonday sun. She tried to turn toward the light, but found that she could not move a muscle. She felt a strange sensation come over her body, as if she was floating. Suddenly she was standing, the brightness leaving the room, but she was no longer in her office. She was in a strange room. It was strangely lacking in. Tamara had made her northward journey from Surrey to Lancaster in far less time than it would now take her to return south, but that earlier journey had been paid for by the St. John-Easton estate. In comparison to her current travelling conditions, the journey by maglev train from London to Manchester and then by steam train to the faded seaside town of Morecambe had been one of unparalleled luxury. Tamara felt more grand than she'd ever felt before in the company of those so wealthy that they.