I know Great Spirit is looking down upon me from above, and will hear what I say.

Inside of me there are two dogs. One is mean and evil and the other is good and they fight each other all the time. When asked which one wins I answer, the one I feed the most.

In my early days, I was eager to learn and to do things, and therefore I learned quickly.

I have killed, robbed, and injured too many white men to believe in a good peace.

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.

They want us to give up another chunk of our tribal land. This is not the first time or the last time.

Now that we are poor, we are free. No white man controls our footsteps.