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Personal Narrative-The Death Of A Tribe

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The DEATH of A Tribe

An arrow whizzed past my head and hit my adobe I turned around and saw Comanche war chief standing there getting ready to shoot another arrow, I ran quickly to find my family. When I got there they had already scalped both of my children I grabbed my bow which hadn’t been used in an eternity from the house and left. My wife wasn’t in the adobe so I ran to look for her I saw a glimpse of her being dragged to the Comanche war chief I quickly grabbed an arrow out of one of my fallen brethren and released an arrow at the war chief I hit him in the thigh and the man dragging my wife away ran at me with a shield with countless numbers of scalps on it I tried to run but was hit in my back, when I woke I was in a puddle of my own blood possession less and without friends. I tried to get up but to no avail, I had an arrow in my back and the ground around me was wet I could just give up and lay here for the rest of my life or I could try to get up and hunt down that Comanche tribe that raided my village. …show more content…

I felt around trying to find it and it was just an inch away from my spine, I grabbed it and pulled and an immediate pain shot through my back, but I had to keep going or it would be even harder to get up. With every second I felt the hope pouring out of me, I had to get up and that was when I heard the footsteps. I couldn’t move I thought it was a different tribe of Comanche warriors looking for a survivor, before I could act the arrow was ripped out of my back that’s when I blacked

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