Then sometime there in late March, after the Indian violets had come, we would be gathering on the mountain and the wind, raw and mean, would change for just a second. It would touch your...

Indian believes they ain’t but two sins… bein a coward… and turnin agin yer own kind.

It is good that a man’s enemies want him dead, for it proves he has lived a life of worth.

You cannot know where your people are going if you don’t know where your people have been.

Granma’s name was Bonnie Bee. I knew that when I heard him late at night say, ‘I kin ye, Bonnie Bee,’ he was saying, ‘I love ye,’ for the feeling was in the words.

He loves deep… hates hard, ever’thing’s that killed what he loves. All great warriors are sich men.