Chapter 16 The hillsides swarmed with warriors from the Indian tribe known as the Sioux. “Why are they attacking us?” asked Aouda, taking cover behind her seat. “I’m not sure,” I said, leaning over to get a better look. It was a good thing I did. Thwang! An arrow shot right through the car, narrowly missing me. “We just crossed into Indian territory!” shouted the conductor. “They’re mad we’re trying to steal the land and they don’t want us here!” Thwang! Fwing! Another round of arrows flickered through the car, shattering windows on both sides. “Someone had better do something,” said Fix, twisting his mustache in fear. “Someone, not me, of course.” “Weasel,” I muttered. Even though we were walking targets, I had to admit that the army of warriors sweeping toward us, driving their horses like the wind, was actually pretty cool. It was like the movies, only more real. Everything about these guys looked fast. Their long hair was flying up behind them, and the fringes on their suede pants, and the feathers decorating their bows, made them seem as if they had wings.
