Everyone sat around the table. I was on one side of Botan, and the lawyer was on the other. The silence was brief.
"You will return all the property belonging to my brother," Botan said.
"The tribe has decided it's our right. You took one of our sons. Those properties are not the equivalent, but we said we are relatives."
"We're not relatives anymore." After saying that, he placed a wad of cash from the lawyer's bag on the table.
"This is what he's entitled to. Nothing more, nothing less."
"We have no intention of selling our properties."
"You either take this money and leave, or I will take every single one of your lives in the end."
"We were hoping our nephew would become a tribal leader, but you have become someone who disregards justice. The fate of one who knows no justice i
