[C L O S E D S T A R T E R]@seethewest [F O R Camila]
The Two-spirited Lakota, known as Kali Dances with Fire, had to start somewhere for her mission of finding the missing indigenous, & the assholes that made them go missing, or worse murder them. Then leaving their bodies in some disrespectful place, dehumanizing them further. Further than the way, that the world that the colonizers had crafted, already saw Native Americans, as lesser, less civilized or even still primitive. Some non-native think that the people of the First Nations still live in teepees, or that ALL Native American tribes live in teepee, which is NOT the case, or that the tribes all have one language & culture. Kali's haŋbléčeyapi, the Lakota word for what some would say is her 'calling' , was to to find bring justice for the First Nations of Turtle Island & to bring home those who have been lost by the evil that came from those that were not from the reservations. Kali didn't hate white people, she didn't trust them though, not after hearing the stories of what happened to her grandparents, the parents of her mother & her uncle Mo Bring's Plenty. Speaking of Kali's uncle Mo, he was the reason that Kali was in Montana, living on the Apsáalooke-Crow reservation known as Broken Rock. Kali was training under her uncle Mo, having been following in his footsteps her whole life. Joining the Army Rangers as sharpshooter, tracker, & recon expert then going on to get her private investigator license, now Kali Dances with Fire was here following her uncle Mo around learning his job as bodyguard of the Chairman of Broken Rock Chief Thomas Rainwater. When Kali was not following Mo around, learning his trade & anything else the elder warrior wanted to teach his niece, she would search the towns of the reservation & the nearby towns off the rez, for clues to finding the missing people of Broken Rock. This such search brought Kali to a bar in Paradise Valley. Kali walked into this older dingy, cowboy dive bar looking around, taking in all the little knickknacks that lined the walls, the old jukebox in the corner with a pin board with flyers. Bingo! That's where Kali headed, looking for any missing person's posters, or anything that may seem hinky like bait. The bait angle was unlikely but it did happen, usually though people were just picked up while broken down on the side of the road, or hiking from their place into town.
