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This is a story I wish I had wrote, but I didn’t, but I can share it with you. It has been told by many American Indians and is part of their folk lore. Once upon a time, when the Field-Mouse was out gathering wild beans for the winter, his neighbor, the Buffalo, came down to graze in the meadow. This the little Mouse did not like, for he knew that the other would mow down all the long grass with his prickly tongue, and there would be no place in which to hide. He made up his mind to offer battle like a man."Ho, Friend Buffalo, I challenge you to a fight!

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The door open I felt him come in, he walked to the back of the Short Limb Saloon. I heard him speak “bar keep whiskey” he slid out a chair and sat at the back with the wall behind him. Who was this aspiration black Texan Hat, mounted black colt 44? Barkeep eight more chairs, the words filled the room. He sat there like a mountain of stone.

lot of freedom

The theft of freedom; our forefathers came here to seek riches and freedom. Columbus, Cortez, Desoto clam the land for their king. Invaded and took what was not rightfully theirs to take; and destroyed the way of life of a free people. Native Americans were not savages, they did not own the land the land was their mother. The land own them, European invader took their freedom and their mother, raped and defiled all that was good and free.

our father who

Would I be wrong if I said I am the son of God? I know many will scream blasphemer, some would say that I am a lunatic. Few would listen and some may follow. It is said that God made man in his own image and likeness. Jesus called us brothers and sisters. I am not a good Christian, I am not a priest, and I am not an evangelist. The only thing I am is a man, and some would argue that. I see and hear many people preach religion in many forms and beliefs.