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An elderly Blackfeet warrior tells the story of his youth, when his tribe owned and lived free on the great plains at the foot of the Rocky Mountains. During those days of freedom and plenty, they hunted the vast herds of buffalo, worshipped their ancient gods, and sought glory in war parties against their traditional tribal enemies. In order to achieve his adulthood in the tribe, Little Otter must face the dangerous vision quest to find his sacred helper and then risk death as a member of a daring war party. Most of all, though, Little Otter wants to become a Sun priest.

The Quest of the Fish-Dog Skin is a story of the adventures of two Indian boys or, rather, of an Indian boy and a white boy, Indian. These two set forth from the lodges of the Blackfeet, in company with an older Indian who acts as their guide, philosopher, and friend, on a far quest to the salt water to find the medicine-animal that is called "fish-dog" because it lives only in the water, swimming like a fish, yet has the face of a dog and barks like a dog.

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I did not, of course, get Apauk’s story of his life in the sequence in which it is here laid down. On consecutive evenings he would relate incidents far apart in time, and only by later questionings would I be able to fill in the gaps. But at last I got together the whole of it, to my own satisfaction, and I hope the listener may get as much pleasure from the story as I did in the hearing of it.

The Well is a story glimpsed through a cosmic keyhole–a magnificent gift of evidence that love can rise above grief and outlast the phenomenon called death.

"TOWARD the close of a warm spring day on April, 1867, luminous spots appeared both on the north and on the south of the setting sun. I noticed them as I returned to our lodge, after watering Is-spai-u and picketing him upon a patch of new sprouting buffalo grass close in front of camp.

Black Otter, the son of Lone Bull, a Pikuni, Blackfoot Indian cast out from his tribe for breaking the hunting rules and forced to wander the wilderness in search of redemption, retells his remarkable story to James Willard Schultz and uncovers the harsh life that faced him and his family during their time in the wilderness.

Trouble big as all hell. Retired sheriff’s detective Al Quinn hasn’t spoken to his brother Maury in 20 years. When Maury lands in the hospital under suspicious circumstances, Al reluctantly abandons his quiet country seclusion to look into the matter.

Schultz States: "Camping one time with Black Elk, he told me this tale of the Dreadful River Cave. I never attempted to enter the cave, but how many, many times I have paused at the foot of its falls, watching...." Adopted Blackfeet tribe member James Willard Schultz relates the surprising story as told to him by Chief Black Elk. Schultz was one of the last of the old frontiersmen and Indian fighters... He joined a tribe of Blackfeet Indians and for years roamed with them over the buffalo-covered plains.

I have marked the winters upon the edge of this ancient bow of mine. It was my grandfather's bow; he made it in the days of his youth, and in his old age gave it to me. I made this first little crease in it to mark my eighteenth winter, the winter in which I for the first time met the enemy they were a war party of Crows and fought them, and took my first scalp. Count the creases; see, there are five tens, and one; it is, then, just fifty winters ago this very Moon of New Grass that we experienced a day of terrible disasters.