what did i do?

you don't know why
the Indians
are chasing you. hollering,
whooping it up, shooting
arrows. some with
flames as you ride
at full gallop towards
town.
you did nothing to harm
them.
never once said a bad
word
about any of them. and yet
here you are with
an arrow
sticking out of your arm.
dodging tommy hawks.
it hurts.
there's blood. you can
barely look at the arrow,
though
the end of the arrow
is very pretty.
it looks like
they used bird feathers
to make it, very detailed
construction.
but,
why are they so angry
and taking it out
on you.
you're just a cowboy
on the range eating beef
jerky and minding your
own business,
doing the cowboy things
you do.