One day while my tribe, the Sioux, were our picking berries out on the flats and getting ready for the harsh winters of North Dakota, out on the bluff about 60 feet away, I Chief Red Sky, saw two white men on horses. Everybody stared but we didn’t react to them because we were used to the white men coming to our camps by now. The first man introduced himself. His name was Reverend John and the other man was his translator. He told us he meant no harm to my people and me and that he just wanted to talk to us about something we both had in common; how strongly we feel about our religions. I said okay, and had him follow me to a tipi where we would have more privacy. I offered them some dried buffalo jerky and they accepted. Reverend John spoke first, “Hello, I’m here to convert you and your people to Christianity for the sake of God and you.”
I looked at the translator. He was nodding his head in agreement, then handed me a book they referred to as the Bible. I said, “Why do you want to convert my people? We already believe in a Great Spirit that has helped us through the many rough years we lived on this land. He is the one who supplies the buffalo for our tipis, clothes, and food. He is the one who changes the weather. He is the one who brought you white men here, not to change our beliefs, but to be brothers and get along.”
Reverend John whispered something to his translator. The translator said, “We just feel like you and your people could be a lot closer to America’s new people and your people by converting yourselves.”

It’s not finished, and it’s pretty lame and boring… so could anyone spice it upp a little bit? It has to be historical fiction, not something with aliens or whatever… Hhahhaa(: