Kisse Manitou WayoThe Almighty VoiceIn the late eighteen hundreds. Western Canadian reserve Indians starved to death. One Indian; Almighty Voice destined to prove that the Indian mattered. This raunchy, tear busting, heart rendering story tears at your heart as you meander through the years 1875 to 1897 in what is now NW Alberta/Saskatchewan.The true story, told as a novel, of a young Cree native who was born to be the "Almighty Voice" of the Cree peoples. But the Whites had different plans..Kisse Manitou Wayo In the late eighteen hundreds Western Canada was wild and just opening up, but the NWMP kept a pretty strict discipline. The railroad was crossing Canada, and the Native Indians were on reserves, but most not happily so. A young boy Kisse Manitou Wayo (Almighty Voice). An outcast by white standards and a great hunter Kisse lived by his own code and abided by his own rules. Born in the wrong period, Kisse was named to be the almighty voice of the Cree peoples but could never get the chance to fulfill the prediction. He lived the Cree way of life breaking the white man's rules and tried to live the old Cree ways. But this was the late eighteen hundreds, and the North West Mounted Police were enforcing the laws in Western Canada. These laws were little understood by a free thinking Cree boy, and he found himself in trouble and told he would hang. He broke jail killed an NWMP man and set up the largest manhunt for any native that covered what is now Alberta, Saskatchewan and into Montana before it finally ended in a showdown in the Michinne hills with the NWMP the army and many civilians.------------only two soldiers were on guard; everyone else seemed to be sleeping. Kisse saw that one of the guards was sitting beside, and staring into, the fire. Only a stupid guard would be looking into the fire. No Indian would look into the fire in enemy territory. After looking into the fire, one cannot see when looking into the dark. The other guard was over by the horses. The boy could see his dark shape moving amongst the horses. The rifles were stacked butts, down barrels up. But how to remove one without the others coming crashing down? He can see a soldier sleeping with as rifle across his body. Slowly, like a silent shadow, he glided to the soldier. The rifle was rising and falling with the even breathing of the soldier. By taking the rifle at the height of the rise and stopping it there letting the outgoing breath take the body away from it, the sleeping soldier should not notice the loss of weight as it is the feeling of his body coming away from the weight and not the weight leaving the body. The boy has accomplished this many times in their play, but never for real with his entire life depending on it. Slowly he took the rifle by the barrel and the butt, breathing very evenly with the soldier. He was very careful not to look directly at the man. When a person looks directly at another person; that person's subconscious seems to warn them that they are looked at directly.