The Return of Sitting Bull

War here of the woodland, struggling against extreme odds, traveling dangerous trails, fighting the many enemies of nature. This is the job of the Guardian of the Forest, Ranger Bill, pouring rain, freezing cold, blistering heat, snow, floods, bears, rattlesnakes, mountain lions.

Yes, all this in exchange for the satisfaction and pride of a job well done. I, Greywolf, son of Blackwolf. Blackwolf, or son of man who looks at Sky. I am Indian. My people are decolas. We are planes Indians. We have been here longer than mind of man can remember. We are a very proud nation, and we honor our traditions and our

customs. But we are, first of all, Americans. A dreaded war cry has been silent for many moons, and Tomahawk has been buried. The war of pain and scalping life are only memories. And yet, one day, not too long ago, Ranger Bill's men heard war cry again.

I agree, Wolf. Tell you now about a return of Sitting Bull. Hey, big chief! Hey you! Hey big cyewash! Come here! Hey you, injured! Come on over here! What is it you wish? Is it you wish? Oh, brother. One way to talk. What is it you wish? Look, you're an Indian. Indians don't talk fancy like that. It's supposed to say, ugh. Oh, you can't just be.

I'm in a hurry. I have several errands and then I have to finish some notes. I'm giving a talk tonight at the student union and I have to prepare some- You are giving a talk on what?

You heard the announcement in history class today. I heard the announcement all right, but I'd rather hear you say it. I'm going to talk about my great grandfather. And just who was your great grandfather?