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forsaken the ways of our people," Red Hawk stated, ignoring her question.

"I have notтАФ" Jeannie began.

"The Kutenai have always been a proud people," Red Hawk went on.
"We have a heritage to be proud of. Even when the whites dominated us
and forced us to live on reservations, we kept our traditions alive. The
ways of the Kutenai will live forever."

"I'm sure they will," Jeannie said.

"In the ancient times, before the whites even came across the Atlantic
Ocean in their funny boats, the Kutenai were a great tribe. Southeastern
British Columbia, northwestern Montana, and northern Idaho were all
ours," Red Hawk declared, "And thanks to the white man's war, all that
land will be ours again one day."

"World War Three was not just a white man's war," Jeannie observed,
"All people everywhere were involved one way or another."

"Not a while man's war?" Red Hawk repeated, and chuckled. "Who
started the war? White men. Who fought the war? White men. Who
destroyed whole cities with weapons that rained fire clouds from the sky?
The whites."

"Nuclear missiles. You know as well as I do that they were called
nuclear missiles and bombs," Jeannie mentioned, brushing her black
bangs aside with her right hand. "Why do you insist on doing this?"

"Doing what?"
 "Don't play the innocent with me. Grandfather. When will you stop
living in the past? It's true the Kutenai were able to leave the reservations,
after the white governments collapsed, but we will never own all the land
we once did. There aren't enough of us, for one thing, and we are scattered
over a wide area," Jeannie said. She glanced at their modest home. "We
should be thankful for the blessings we have, for a roof over our heads, our
health, and our family. Accept the here and now, Grandfather, and stop
wishing for the old ways and old days to return. They never will."

Red Hawk shook his head sadly. "What is the world coming to when the
granddaughter of a shaman speaks in such a manner?"

"Don't start."

"But then, I should expect such talk from someone who wears clothes
made by whites, who took a white name for her own, and who took a white
asтАФ"

Jeannie walked up to him and poked him in the chest with her right
forefinger. "Don't you dare insult George again! I won't stand for it.