I have lived with my mother, father and younger brother on our little homestead in the Dakota prairie all my 18 years. It is all I have ever known. My father told us that the Indians are savage, ruthless killers; to be treated as animals. 'They are not human', he said. But I didn't feel that way, in fact, I felt the exact opposite. I have kept a a secret from my family since I was a little girl... Should they ever find out, I am afraid to know what would happen. You see, I made a friend at the creek one afternoon many years ago, a young Oglala Lakota brave who called himself Wakiya Luta, Red Thunder. I had never expected to see him again, until one day, I did: as a virile young man, wounded and on the edge of death...
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