He had been the only survivor of his tribe after a long war against European settlers who always won. Those who remained scattered went to live on reservations. But not him. He would undertake a journey alone. He had always liked the idea of traveling south, as his predecessors had done. Having been alone now, he would go in search of new lands, new horizons. He would go where destiny wanted to take him. He meditated a lot on the words he heard from his father. His father had been the last cacique of the clan, and his words still echoed fresh in his ears.