Usual business (open to patriots)

Onondakai tightly held onto the reins of his horse, slowly leading it down the road.  Most people ignored him as he pushed past them. He definitely stood out, towering over many of the people.  Never before had he been in Massachusetts and now he found himself walking the streets of Boston.  with not a bit of emotion rested on his face, he glanced around hoping to see someone of high rank.  Quite often Onondakai would overhear talk of soldiers and their secret plans.  Just a few days ago he had heard where the red coats were heading.  He found that both sides paid quite well for information like this.  However he felt more familiar with the blue coats.  The bright blue coat was what he was looking for as he scanned around.  They all looked the same even their clothes was practically the same.  Quickly he gave up and led his horse to the tavern.

The tavern was not too far away and had a place to tie up horses.  Onondakai's painted mustang also stood out next to the plain brown and black houses.  If there was no one in the tavern now, he knew one wouldn't be far behind.  Too many times he was with the blue or red coats and followed them into the local tavern.  The white men seemed to love their drink more than the men in his tribe.  He walked in surely, stopping at the door.  Most heads popped up before turning back to their drink.  Someone desperately tried to squeeze past, being careful not to touch him.  One thing was for sure, these men were afraid of things that were different.