They left him for dead in the woods.
Changing rays of sunshine,
with dry wind of the north.
It is the way of heartless men.
He fought with a bear,
not just injuries for a reward,
but the claws to present his bravery,
and the coat of fur to fight the cold.
Pawnees adorned with porcupine roaches,
trading stolen pelts for horses.
French men with bad business,
defeated by the Cherokees.
Written in the stony blood pump,
the laws of vengeance.
Written in the palm,
the wrath of swords and guns.
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