“You heathens, you savages,” he shouted. “I’m going to get out of here someday! I am going to get away!” The Crow people listened respectfully. In the Crow tongue he shouted, “Horse! I am Horse!” and they nodded.
This man must adapt or die. If he lives he will be forever changed, and if he dies who will care?
From “A man called horse” by Dorothy Johnson
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