Quickly one of them climbed through the opened window and opened the backdoor from inside. Slowly the three Cheyennes sneaked into the deceased gunsmith's sales room. They had come just in time. The citizenry had already packed up most of the arms and ammunition into several crates. Only a few long barrel arms were still on display in the otherwise empty boards, most of them being prized repeaters of the latest design. Tadewi Niyol stepped forward and pulled one of them from an open crate. A broad grin appeared on his face. "Let's hurry to get as much on the travois as we can carry", he whispered. Meanwhile Sanuye carefully stepped on the other side into the gun smith's realm. The large stuffed bear, still very imposing despite his decrepid, moth-eaten condition, immediately caught her attention. He seemed to hold an indian spear, although it was of a strange design,most definitelynot from a familar plains nation Unlike her younger warrior sister who still detested the calico shirts of the Ve'hoes and relied on her impressive fur coat to protect herself against the biting November cold, Anovaoo'o was mostly clad in blue tradecloth. Her warm blanket coat was still lying at the backdoor where she had taken it off to protect herself while smashing the rear window. She ignored the tree stump where some of the knifes on display were still to be seen. Something in the middle of the room had caught her attention. It was something on a tripod, like one of those Ve'hoe-cameras. It looked unfamilar and dangerous. She hesitated for a moment and then slowly pulled the covering sheeth away. Wow! What was that?