Just beyond the trail the black warrior stepped from behind a tree.

Now and again a black warrior would rush from a near by temple bearing a young woman in his arms.

Well, not all, she realized, her gaze settling on the black warrior.

The black warrior was a powerful man, not given to despair and negative thoughts.

But she also urged him to have many other women, because he was a black warrior who needed to propagate the race.

John Horse was among the black warriors who surrendered under this condition.

With that the black warrior touched his forehead and bowed low.

In half an hour they came stealthily upon a small party of black warriors filing toward the west.

Ruling the reckless black warriors who served him, his strength yet was less than a child's.

She felt a strong hand upon her arm, and looked up to see the black warrior beside her.