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**SCREAMS IN THE SNOW**
When snow covers the dust and blood of the Old West, what goes on beneath the skies often escapes easy observation.
More than two hundred years ago, settlers entered into an agreement with a clan of natives, whereby they would unite to resist the cannibal hordes from the north.
Victorious in the war of expulsion, the Deeplake village and the Watki tribe continued to coexist in apparent communion.
The Watki tolerated the immodest living space of the Deeplake whites, who in equal concession ended explorations of Watki territory and, in a rare lapse of restraint, refrained from stripping them of their women.
However, as time passed, the inevitable trade and movement of men between the two communities began to flourish, forming relationships that challenged the initial borders.
But the wheel of fortune, capricious and relentless, reserved a cruel fate for them.
A harsh winter, accompanied by relentless famine, threw the village and tribe into a spiral of hunger and despair. The fields and woods, once fertile, now lay barren under the relentless snow; the rivers, once generous, dwindled until they became mere trickles of water.
As the characters present here are now dead and buried, it is time to tell the story without a veil.
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You were conceived and generated:
>in the womb of a white woman (firearms training)
>in the womb of a woman watki (tribal weapons training)
>in the womb of a half-watki woman (average training in both)
