We cannot stay another year; we want to go now, before another year has passed, we may all be dead, and there will be none of us left to travel north.

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There we found a Cheyenne cannot live. So we came home. Better it was, we thought, to die fighting than to perish of sickness.

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You may kill me here; but you cannot make me go back.

205

It is only when the hearts of the Women are in the mud, that the People are destroyed.

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I would rather die in freedom on my way back home than starve to death here.

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I have lived my life. I am ready.

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All we ask is to be allowed to live, and live in peace. We bowed to the will of the Great Father and went south.

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If our women are willing to die with us, who is there to say no?

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