The Quiet Turtle Society-Chapter Two-The War over God-Part Three

The fat suited man sat watching the large screen with national security people all around him, “That was the best ever mission, totally successful, what do we have to do, now?” They were observing the old man talking, he was walking around in a large circle, hands going every direction, we must break camp, we are not closed anymore, go in every direction, began ceremonies, the inipis’ are going on now, leave as soon as possible, forces are coming to harm us some more, we will prepare my son and his wife for traditional scaffold services, we will contact you. Please beware, ceremonies, ceremonies, and be on best behavior, leave as soon as you can, return to your other lives, do not return, I heard them plotting now, that they will label us a environmental indian terrorist group, that we are armed and dangerous, that we plan on destroying pipelines and mining operations, that they will use homeland security laws, that will enable them to work and do anything they chose, they aim to kill me and the other two principal chiefs, go, my relatives, be safe, don’t worry, this is the time we must began to pray as much as we can, prayers will protect and guide you. The fat man screamed send in the calvary, get them there immediately, how did the old man know what we are saying? I thought it was us who had the informants telling us on their moves, hurry, look, they are leaving, just like that, I want that old man gone, you know, what I mean by gone. right? Do we have a seal team ready, drop them in, get the leaders, at least, damn, how can they move soon fast? Damn! The Highway Patrol from the three states, surrounding, North, South Dakota and Minnesota send out units from every directions, road blocks are set up at interstate 90 & 29, tribal police and state police head out from Old Agency, South Dakota, some fifty miles south looking for the Nija Turtles as they have been called, a mock and jest, IndoEnviro Terrorists, armed and dangerous, arrest all and proceed with extreme caution. Intelligence reports lists as many 5,000, no way to tell them apart from anybody else. Just stop and detain all Indians, any Indians, as four helicopters land at the site, troops rush out, only thing there, is some smoldering rocks and few strays dogs…In a van, that crossed the border of North Dakota carries the bodies of Good Voice and Big Talk, there beside them is Sweet Grass, praying and crying, his only son, the good man, the child he raised with all the elders who sang all the songs, the old man sings, a sad song…”the next world is where we meet again, all the love ones there they are, in the next world, that is just there… (to be continued in Sept. 17)