Chapter 3

"I've been waiting for you," smiled Grandfather.

"Ah man," Little Crow said under his breath.

"Things have changed I can see it in your eyes," said Grandfather.

"How's that, that I am at war with the white man," said Little Crow.

"The truth was always the truth, you have to loose yourself before you find yourself," said Grandfather wisely.

"I can't find crap, its all decided for me," said Little Crow raising his voice.

"Are you done whining?" asked Grandfather walking away.

"Where are we going?" asked Little Crow.

"To the past," said Grandfather.

          So they went walking out to the plains and sat down on the grass.

"My grandson, I am going to tell you a story...." said Grandfather.

"I don't need stories grandpa, I got problems," said Little Crow.

"Ah your pitiful ," said Grandfather.

      So Little Crow got quiet and let his Grandfather tell his story.

"A long time ago there were three "ozuyes" (warriors) in the Lakota language. "Out on the plains, they were letting their horses drink from a stream. When their horses stopped drinking the men saw a log cabin across the stream. So they rode up real slow and stopped, the door started to slowly open. A couple came out, they had no weapons but only a black book they called the Bible.

"Would ya'll like to come inside and eat with us?" asked Shawn motioning his hand to come inside.

          The warrior's looked at each other and got off their horses and went inside.

"What brings you here to our home?" asked Shawn.

"We came to give our horses water," said Spotted Tail.

"Is there more of you?" asked Becky.

"Hin sota" (yes, many), there are more of us," Spotted Tail said in the Lakota language.

"Can we go and see?" asked Shawn.

"We will take you," said the second warrior.

       So the warriors went outside, Shawn and Becky saddled up their horses and followed the warriors. When they arrived at the village they were amazed at what they saw," said Grandfather.

"Big deal, times have changed grandpa," said Little Crow.

"Times maybe, but people haven't, it was not these people that stole our lands grandson, it was their ancestors, these people now want to be connected," said Grandfather.

"I have to go, we can finish it later," said Little Crow leaving his Grandfather sitting on the grass.