“We have come to learn of your plans to deal with the white incursion into our hunting grounds. With me is my good friend, Four Wings.”
Four Wings spoke. “I know of Red Cloud. Your strength is well known among the Miniconjou band of Lone Horn.”
“I have heard of both of you. One, for your abilities to fight,” He nodded in the direction of Crazy Horse. “The other, for your eagle gift to the Miniconjou Eagle Feather Man.” His eyes looked Four Wings up and down before settling on his face. “All my people know of this gift.”
The statement both embarrassed and filled Four Wings with pride. He had no idea that his gift was known by the great chief Red Cloud.
The men settled in to smoke a pipe and engage in what could only be described as small talk, during which they began to feel comfortable with one another.
After considerable time was spent in this manner, Red Cloud changed the direction of the conversation. He said to Crazy Horse, “I have heard of what happened to our Dakota brothers and sisters when the white men moved into their land.” He turned his attention to Four Wings. “I would like to know how the battle began along the Minnesota River. The white men are now coming into our land, land guaranteed to us in the Treaty of 1851. I think we must fight to keep them out.”
Four Wings, having been exposed to Crazy Horse’s views on the evil brought by the whites, answered, in what he thought was a well-balanced statement.
“There is a difference between what happened there and what is happening here. We lived in peace with white traders before the army came. We had many white friends. But it seemed the army wanted our land for their own. They have broken many treaties and cannot be trusted.”
Red Cloud listened.
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