November 28, 1898
Rhodes, Lemoyne
14:35 PM
Fallen Sky headed up to his room and settled himself down onto the bed. He shrugged off his coat and hung it on the coat hanger in the room. He pulled off his gloves and placed them on the bedside table, followed by his hat. The bandages around his hands had come loose, so he unwrapped them and pulled out a fresh roll from his satchel. Once his hands were freshly bandaged, he reached into his satchel again and pulled out an old photograph, dated to around 1885. It showed a young native boy and an older man with his arm around him. The man looked like Fallen Sky, but slightly older and with a short beard on his chin. Fallen Sky sighed and placed the photo back into his satchel and pulled his satchel off, placing it underneath his bed alongside his gunbelt. He placed his boots at the side of the bed and lied back onto the bed. He was asleep within minutes.
November 29, 1885
Wapiti Indian Reservation, Ambarino
7:30 AM
Fallen Sky opened his eyes, looking up at a cloth tent. He sat up and pulled his wolfskin blanket off himself and left his tent. He held his head and thought to himself "What about Clive? And the gang? Was it all a dream?" He shook his head and walked over to his father's tent. There was a man standing there, who looked like Fallen Sky, but older. His father, Running Horse. Fallen Sky approached his father, who turned to look at him and smiled. "Good morning, Fallen Sky. I've got a good day planned out for us today." Fallen Sky looked at his father's belt, seeing the black and gold Double-Action revolver holstered there. Running Horse had his bow in his hand and he was replacing the string. He walked over to his horse, a black Kentucky Saddler named Sapa and saddled up. He beckoned to Fallen Sky and the boy ran over. Running Horse helped his son up onto Sapa and they rode out of the reservation.
Fallen Sky held onto his father's waist as they rode along, the wind blowing through their hair. Fallen Sky hadn't been on a horse before so he was enjoying the new experience. He looked around at the trees and foliage passing by them as they galloped along the road. He could feel the rushing wind and the splashing of the nearby waterfall. His father turned the horse, heading near the waterfall. They stopped on the edge of the waterfall and dismounted. Running Horse pulled a camera from his horse's saddlebag and set it up on a nearby rock. He stood next to his son and put his arm around him as the camera clicked.
Fallen Sky was suddenly plunged into darkness. He panicked, unable to see anything. A white path suddenly appeared in front of him and at the end of it stood a vague figure, shaped like his father. He began to sprint down the path, desperate to see his father and get to safety. As he ran, he felt himself getting taller and stronger. The figure of his father was getting closer and closer, almost close enough to touch. He reached his hand out and as he touched his father's shoulder, he could hear two gunshots resonate. His father fell to the ground. Fallen Sky lifted him up in his arms and spoke to him, begging him to stay with him. Running Horse's eyes closed and he let out his final breath, falling silent. Fallen Sky cried out for help and fell to his knees. He reached down to his father's waist to grab his revolver, but the body had faded away. Fallen Sky looked around, seeing only an ever-growing darkness, which soon enveloped his vision.
November 28, 1898
Rhodes, Lemoyne
15:10 PM
Fallen Sky woke with a start. He looked around the room and relaxed. He was still in the saloon. He was safe. He leaned back down and slowly fell asleep again.