I pressed my father's hand and told him I would protect his grave with my life. My father smiled and passed away to the spirit land.
We were like deer. They were like grizzly bear.
The white men told lies for each other. They drove off a great many of our cattle. Some branded our young cattle so they could claim them.
Good words will not give me back my children.
A man who would not love his father's grave is worse than a wild animal.
I am tired of talk that comes to nothing It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and all the broken promises. There has been too much talking by men who had no right to talk. It does not require many words to speak the truth.