Survivors of the Platte bridge massacre, two Cheyenne Indian siblings; 'Wee' dove and Bruce Argyle.
By divine providence, a twist of fate or pure luck, the pair were discovered by a pious immigrant prospector by the name of Danny Argyle. Moving from territory to territory, living in rough-shod camps for weeks at a time before moving to another X on Danny's map the siblings soon had a basic grasp of the English tongue, even if they had adopted a soft Scottish lilt. As they grew older, little dove and Bruce began to notice the foul looks they would receive from other pioneers, and both they and Danny agreed; they had to return to their people.
Danny Argyle had been a pious, kind man. While he had failed to impart any sense of religious respect in the twins, they did however take to the 'christian' principles of kindness and sympathy to strangers in need.
Riding into Cheyenne country, the siblings are met by braves and upon close inspection, with much mirth and gesturing at the tartan clothing of the pair, are welcomed back into the fold by application of ceremonial dyes and trinkets.
En route to buffalo plains, the warband comes across a familiar face from the Argyles past, in dire straights. The twins prove their worth, not to mention the awe inspiring power of their colt revolving rifles.
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome Cheyenne
in a dusty brown vest with
a red right hand.
Bit more sunlight in these, sorry for poor quality...Just call me connie buffal-kill.
After a somber reunion with the tribe, the twins take part in the hunt.
Really no back story here; I think it speaks for itself.
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