“Then presently, men say, a white chief reeled; rolled from his saddle; like a man gone daft got up and doddered, tugging at a shaft that sprouted from his belly.”~~The Twilight of the Sioux by John G. Neihardt
Former Nebraska Poet Laureate John G. Neihardt’s look at the American West and the treatment of the Sioux Indian tribe.
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