Apocalypsis 01 - Kahayatle

efficient way I knew of to calm my runaway emotions - fight therapy.
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    It was getting dark.   Occasionally guys would come back to our hut to let Kowi know what was going on.   It was clear that he was the official or unofficial chief of this tribe now.   Everyone reported to him and followed his orders.   I guess that made Coli the indian princess or whatever.  
    Her disposition hadn’t changed.   She at least wasn’t outwardly aggressive towards me, but it was probably only temporary, merely done out of respect for the fact that I was worried about Peter.   She wasn’t here now, having left with the last group of people who went out tracking him.
    Two guys came running into the clearing by the huts about an hour later and went immediately to Kowi.   I got the sense that they had important news, so I rushed over to listen in on their conversation.   I didn’t catch any of it since it was over before I got there, but I did hear Kowi’s response.
    “Tell them that’s unacceptable.”
    “Tell who what is unacceptable?” I asked.  
    Bodo came and stood beside me, casting nervous glances between Kowi and me.
    Kowi looked at his cohorts and sighed before answering.   “The Creek have Peter.   They said that they’re going to send him out of the Kahayatle unless we agree to their demands.”
    “What demands?”
    “It doesn’t matter.   We won’t agree to them.”
    “You have to agree to them!” I yelled.   “You can’t let them send him out of here!   He’ll get killed inside of ten minutes!”
    Kowi shook his head very slowly.   “Don’t forget your place here, Nokosi.   You are not Miccosukee.   You stay at our pleasure.   You are in no position to tell me what I can and cannot do.”
    I stepped closer to him - close enough that I knew he could feel the angry heat coming off my body.   “Listen here, cougar.   I came here and brought you gifts in the form of bombs.   I agreed to train your people.   Without me you’ll always be the Creek’s little bitches.   Is that what you want?”
    His upper lip curled an instant before he tried to push me away, but I was ready for it, easily blocking his arms and throwing them out to the side, making him look like a goofy pinwheel.  
    Buster was barking like a maniac and I heard Bodo trying to calm him down in the background.
    Kowi wasn’t expecting to be thrown off so easily, so his ego-bruised man instincts took over, causing him to make his second mistake.   He reached an arm back to punch me and I watched it travel through space from his shoulder to my face, easily dodging it by leaning to the side and then around him.   I let the force of his own move throw him forward, helping to increase the momentum by driving my elbow into his back hard.  
    He stumbled forward, but tried to recover and take me down by spinning around and grabbing my leg.
    Unfortunately for him, krav maga taught me that any move was legal, so long as it resulted in me getting free of my attacker.   I adjusted my footing and centered myself, using the knee he’d brought towards him to connect with his nuts.   I knew I caught at least one of them when all the air burst out of him and he crumbled to the floor.  
    His two friends jumped me, each one grabbing one of my arms.   Sure that they had me in hand, they didn’t bother doing anything else but hold on.   I judged the one on my right to be the one with the strongest grip, so I used his force on my arm as leverage to lift my legs off the ground enough to deliver a heavy-duty side kick to his friend, sending him flying off the edge of the hut.   His hip caught the railing and the upper half of his body kept going, flipping him over the top and into the water.
    Now I had one guy, a big one, holding me by the arm.   He stood there almost frozen in shock.   I stopped for a second and looked down at the meaty hands holding me.   Then I looked up at him, raising one of my eyebrows for effect.   “You sure you wanna do that?”
    “Say, no, buddy,” urged Bodo from off on the sidelines.   “She’s gonna kick your nuts too.   You don’t want dat.   You know dat feeling you get in your stomach that takes forever to stop hurting?”
    “Just walk away,” I said softly.
    He looked down at his chief and at his friend getting up out of the water.   I knew the moment he made his decision.   These indians thought they were all cool with their stone cold lack of facial expression, but their