Did I do the right thing?

So I was out selling watches to the friendly pedestrians of New York when all of a sudden I get knocked out. I was awaken in some kind of camp in the forest. Idk where. But there was Indians all around me, they had tomahawks and were making that noise with there hand and stuff. One beautiful Indian girl looked at me and smiled, that somewhat reassured me. then, the chieftain came out. "I am Runs with Gecko. Why have you trespassed white skin?" I wasn't trespassing in the first place! I was so scared I fainted. I awoke, tied to a tree with paintings of some weird symbols on my chest and head. the Indians were dancing around me, chanting some weird song. I managed to loosen the ropes, and waited for the right moment to escape. I got off the tree and grabbed one of the Indians and took his knife. I was charged by two massive indians, luckily for me, my friends drove over to me and hit them with their car. I got in the car and we took off, when I looked back I saw the chieftain, kneeling over the corpses of his fallen tribesman in sadness. When I got home I contemplated a lot about this, maybe they weren't trying to hurt me? What if they were attacked for no reason? Did I do the right thing guys?