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“I wouldn’t have the blood of the killer of so many Pikuni in me,” Good Stab said directly into my ear, into my soul. “It’s why I drained that one’s blood into a hole. And the father, and those two.” He was pointing to the men of the Flowers family. “It was just napikwans,” he whispered to me with what sounded like a grin, to be turning my own words against me.

“How could you shoot us in our winter lodges?” “You weren’t even there,” I told him. “The best part of me was,” he said. “Why did you——” “Because you were just Indians!” I bellowed at last, my own spit spattering from my mouth, my eyes glaring down at him in all my righteous fury and indignation to even be pressed so on this”

“I understand,” he said, however. “You wanted to make us cry. And so you did. You wanted our land, so you took it. You wanted us out of the way, so you killed us in our lodges. Is there more to it, Three-Persons?”

“‘If it wasn’t us, it would have been another regiment,’ I said, calmer again. ‘You can’t stop a country from happening, Good Stab.’ ‘But we were already a nation,’ he said up to me. ‘We didn’t ask you to come.’”