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

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

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.

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.

I have lived my life. I am ready.

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