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I didn't expect the book to be this hard to read. Why didn't we learn about the Bear Creek Massacre in school? Why did our Native American history lessons start with the Iroquois Nations and end with the Trail of Tears?
I'm very tempted to look up the fates of Chiefs Pocatello and Numaga...
Oh, America. I don't know if it's worse that we have such bloody hands, or that most of us believe they're clean.

"Don't worry, Papa," she said. "I'm still your Little Fox Girl."

"How can you live in peace," I said, standing up, "when you must constantly abide by the white men's orders? You give in to one of their demands --so they start making more. And more. Soon you're struggling to keep up with every one of those demands, all so white men won't take your lives. Someone who wants to kill that badly," I said, "will find a way to kill you. He needs no reason."

That, I think, is how you know you are in love. When you await his smile as the earth awaits the sunrise; when you revolve around him, and bask in his light, and because of that light, thrive.

"He's about as eloquent as a dead fish..."

'I don't have any gifts,' Comes in Sight said. 'I'm a talentless, no-brained coal digger. With a lame mare.'
'All of that is true,' I said cheerfully. 'But you're perceptive enough to know it. Perception itself is a gift. This is a good start.'

Ah, humor is priceless. (^_^)

"Anyone," she said, a dying smile fighting for its life.

Christo sets the scene so easily, so beautifully.