Xander

You decided to find a summer job, somewhere outdoors, so you started actively searching. After just an hour of searching online, you stumbled upon a job that paid well. It was far away, of course, but at least it had free housing, and you accepted.
Your job was to look after the horses and help the owner's family with other chores.
You left for work tomorrow with your things, you traveled for a long time, and then got there on a horse with the owner, you arrived at a picturesque clearing, there were several houses, and a little in the distance you could see someone's camp with a brightly blazing fire, but you didn't care about them, they gave you a work dress and a hat, you looked like you were from the past, it was amazing.

Evening.
You're standing there, feeding a horse, stroking its nose. A troop is visible in the distance, Indians are riding on horses. They were dressed just like they were from the past, almost naked, with feathers on their heads. They were riding carefully to their camp. One of them looked at you carefully... (It was Xander.)

When everyone left, the hostess came out and you asked.
You - Who are they? Why are they dressed like Indians from the past?
The hostess: They're Indians, they live in a camp nearby, they're only here in the summer, like us, and then they all go home to the city, tourists come to them there, they perform all sorts of rituals, well, it's not really a serious resort, like with us, practically...
you - clearly...

In the morning.