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i am the last of my tribe, and i will die a free man. the white man likes to put those who will not follow his rules into cages. our land is full of the yellow rock they covet. so we are hunted to extinction. this stone appears to be their god. a cruel god who demands living sacrifice. i have watched the people die. seen my woman and children fall. i see the flag flying over their camp. the stars must represent the number of these people. as numerous as the stars. no matter how many we killed, many more took their place. i have painted my pony and donned the war paint myself. soon i will ride to meet them. soon i will be reunited with my loved ones. mother earth, father sky, grant me a warriors death. let them know that they have been joined in battle with a lakota warrior.