The Headless Arrow - Pt. 1

Everyone is familiar with the story of the first Thanksgiving where native Wampanoags helped a group of starving and desperate people survive the harsh winter in New England. But few know the legend of the very first interaction between native and pilgrim. It happened on an uncharacteristically warm day for December in the North East. A man named Sawatant of the Massachusett tribe, located in what is now Boston, was making his way south to trade with the Narragansett in current day Rhode Island. Sawatant took the coastal route through Wampanoag territory in South Eastern Massachusetts where he is known amongst tribes as a nomad, a trader, a free spirit and a friend. He casually strolls the paths carved out by his ancestors. It is winter so he's wearing his deer skin pants and moccasins but has little else in terms of possessions and wears most of what he owns. His long black hair swings by his waist as he struts through the woods. He has a tall, skinny, rock star like frame and the features of his strong face always seem to be in direct light of the sun. He wears a knife on his hip, along with a pouch of tobacco and another of deer jerky. Among his beaded necklaces is a gold cross he bartered for from a Spaniard years back. He has a bow across his back and carries only two arrows in his hand. One arrow has the sharpest, deadliest arrowhead you've ever seen on the tip. The other doesn't have an arrowhead at all. As Sawatant reached Patuxet, modern day Plymouth, he noticed something strange on the road ahead.