To understand American Indians is to understand America. This is the story of the paradoxically least and most American place in the twenty-first century. Welcome to the Rez.

I need just be a bayonet, a bayonet named Diving Punishment. I wish I’d been born a storm. Or a menace. Or a single grenade. No heart, no tears, just as a terrible gale’d have...

I wish I had been born a storm. No heart, no tears, just a terrible gale’d been good.

Captain Smek himself appeared on television for an official speech to humankind. […] ‘Noble Savages of Earth,’ he said. ‘Long time we have tried to live together in peace.’ (It had been five months.) ‘Long...