Black paint meant hideous death.

She saw this man so like the white father.

Her piteous gaze tried to turn from that white face; but the cold, steely eyes fascinated her.
She had saved one only to be the other's doom! She had always been drawn toward white men.

Many prisoners had she rescued.

She had even befriended her nation's bitter foe, Deathwind.
She had listened to the young missionary with rapture; she had been his savior.