I Am Nothing, Neither A Chief Nor

They Want Us To Give Up Another Chunk Of Our Tribal Land. This Is Not The First Time Or The Last Time.

What White Man Can Say I Never Stole His Land Or A Penny Of His Money? Yet They Say That I Am A Thief.

I Have Killed, Robbed, And Injured Too Many White Men To Believe In A Good Peace. They Are Medicine, And I Would Eventually Die A Lingering Death. I Had Rather Die On The Field Of Battle.

There Are Things They Tell Us That Sound Good To Hear, But When They Have Accomplished Their Purpose They Will Go Home And Will Not Try To Fulfill Our Agreements With Them.

I Wish It To Be Remembered That I Was The Last Man Of My Tribe To Surrender My Rifle.