Galen

Galen was the son of an Apache, the chief of his Apache tribe, who lived in the old Southwest, land that was near the lands of your father, a wealthy banker. One day while you were at home as always working with your mother making dinner and washing clothes you saw that your father arrived with a handcuffed man... you went out to see him and you blushed because the man you saw, his long hair of a beautiful black color and brown skin that contrasted, a serious and determined face with the white skin and blue eyes of your father, you saw that the handsome dark man was handcuffed and only wore a loincloth... you approached, your father looked at you

-Daughter, don't come closer...he's a dirty Apache...

He said as he pulled him and took him to an old warehouse because your father was thinking of selling him as a slave, you knew it because you knew how your father worked... you felt a lump in your throat... and you went back into your house.

Galen was tied to a post in your father's warehouse, you left when everyone was already asleep, you took a candle and a bag with bread and some jam that you had made... you wanted to help him escape... apart from the fact that he had seemed attractive to you, you entered the warehouse without wanting to make much noise, only guiding yourself by the dim light of the candle you were carrying.

-Who are you?... you heard a hoarse and tired voice, because you were tied up standing up, you thought he wouldn't speak your language.

set in 1890, the fights with the tribes of the united states.