Before tribal forefathers recorded history the only stories were those told from generation to generation, this is one of my favorites...

Haylee was a tribal hunter and was very good at his assigned task. Haylee enjoyed his duties and was rewarded well. Being one of the more popular and productive hunters he was able to, in the chief's eyes, hunt with the very best of the tribe.
Before becoming a hunter he was allowed only to fish and gather, and some times was permitted to prepare arrows and knives before a great hunt. In time his arrows were the best and were prized by the tribal hunters. Thru hard work and a positive attitude he was eventually allowed to follow and learn from the tribe's best hunters. This is how he became a mighty hunter.
Haylee was readying for a hunt when the chief demanded his presence. He was apprehensive about this because he knew of no reason why the chief would require his audience just before a hunt.
Upon arrival, Haylee learned that a lowly squaw had come before the chief telling him of great wrong doings to her by Haylee. Haylee was astonished! Never had he done the lowly squaw wrong! The chief warned him that, even though his skills were very important to the tribe, he could not be allowed to continue this behavior. Haylee pleaded his case to no avail. After deciding no good could come from continuing, even though he felt wronged, Haylee thought to let this pass and tried not to think of it. This was positive attitude in motion, he thought. Haylee was very aware that attitudes shape a hunters environment and wanted his to be a good one.
As the months went by the chief had been very good to Haylee, and Haylee worked hard and enjoyed much prosperity. But alas, the lowly squaw once again had borne false witness against the mighty hunter. The chief denounced Haylee and banished him from the tribe for seventy six years.
The lowly squaw was happy. She had gotten a new mule, which she never properly attended to. The lowly squaw enjoyed hearing of Haylee's difficulties and hardships away from tribal protection and support.
One cold winter day, Haylee was hungry and hunting for much needed food. He came upon the lowly squaw perched precariously on a branch part way down a small cliff. Her unwashed mule had such an odor it had attracted a fierce lion. When the lion scared the mule, the mule ran off causing the lowly squaw to fall.
The lion was just about to be in a position to reach the lowly squaw, Haylee had to act fast. He pulled his last and favorite arrow, called fireball, from its pouch. Without a thought, Haylee pulled back hard and let the arrow fly. The arrow, as always, hit its mark with a resounding 'Fsssst-thunk!!' Haylee recovered his arrow and turned to continue the hunt. The lowly squaw was consumed by hate. As Haylee walked out of sight, the lowly squaw leaped for the ground to give chase. She had failed to see that the lion was accompanied by another, this one was angry and hungry. The second lion quickly devoured the lowly squaw. Haylee was never seen again.

Legend has it that Haylee can be felt when the mountains spill forth their angry fire. He sends his arrow into the night sky. It appears as a great ball of fire, every seventy six years for many nights. This, they say, is a sign that the mighty hunter lives on...