The Fat Man, ends the phone call, lear jet is ready, thinks, “So glad, that i had that money transferred through Norway from Yemen for that guy, we got him good, now!” Three days had expired, sitting in the solitary cell reserved for federal needs at Pelican Bay super prison in California, Strong Buffalo was hungry, tired and cold, being naked for this long and in this small concrete and metal room had taken it’s toll on this 71 year old Dakota. His mind kept thinking of his family and the society, of the prayers that Richard Moves Camp had spoken to him, “In the face of blizzard the buffalo goes straight into it!” “Yes, I must be strong, what is going on here? Or, WHY is this happening?” Then the door open a the guards came in and put a cotton robe like a hospital gown on him and belly and leg chains tied to handcuffs, so, he said, “Taking me to dinner?” They ignored him with a grunt and shove him, so far down, there was nobody else in this part of the prison. It took twenty minutes to walk the stairs and get to a room with four suits, the female and male suits and one uniform plus a fat old man, with a laptop in front of him. The female said, “Mr. Strong Buffalo, you are charged and deemed a ‘domestic terrorist’, we have had you under investigation for over four years, why are you receiving so much money?” ” I am one of the financial officers for the Quiet Turtle Society, people are donating to our capital investment to build a facility in South Dakota, approximately 4,000 people are returning and will relocate there, it is for that.” The Fat man looks at him, stares, well, more of a glare, this $5,000 from Norway, who sent it to you? Shows him a paper with names and numbers, Thomas looks and doesn’t know, shrugs his shoulders, “Don’t know.” These are known anti USA terrorists, it proves that your group is unlawful and carrying on illegal activities for enemies of the state.” “What, are you nuts! I am a marine veteran from vietnam and we are a spiritual society, committed to the traditional Dakota way, we are not terrorists, our weapon is the canupa, the peace pipe, you have wrong information, this is totally wrong, absolutely!” That is your cover story, we have positive information and evidence that your up to no good!” “Bullshit!” Photos are produced that show weapons and explosives, “These were seized three days ago in South Dakota on your property. Your going away for a long time, we don’t believe you, we also have personal testimony that has observed and listen to you speak against this country.” Here is the transcript, shoves paper across the table, with much blacked out, the uniform begins to eat a sandwich and drink some coffee, Strong Buffalo smells it and wishes, but will not let them know, he is hungry. “You, think your fooling us, we have arrested six others, some are talking…were you in Standing Rock No Dapl camp last year, weren’t you living in a tipi there and lead numerous confrontations with the police?” “Yes, I was there, but they were peaceful demonstrations at the site, praying for the ancestors and the disruptions of the pipeline was causing to the sacred remains and sites there!” The fat man laughs,” We have you on tape, advocating violence.” “No, that cannot be!”, reply Thomas, as a recording is turned up, “remain strong, pray and be determined to defeat these forces of violence, we will stop them, our bodies and wills, will change the worlds’ thinking, our resistance is righteous, pay no mind to them, pray”…”See, your guilty, your the agent of the devil, you don’t believe in God, your a savage, your a evil agent that is out to destroy our way of life, says the fat man, with sweat running down his brow…”No, I am not, I am a Dakota, a pipe carrier, a sundance chief, a headsman, a chief, I am not violent and I am not evil, you, sir, are the evil one, we know YOU, you think your safe in your office in Washington, behind your official position, we know, your the one who masterminded the assassination that you are the one leading this assault on us, Mr. James Durham, we know you, born in Keane, New Hampshire”…”Shut up, you dumb redskin, piece of shit, I know your guilty of so much harm, cause so much damage to property and are advocating treason and mayhem!” “Take him back to his cell, hit him a few times on the way, smart ass, how did he know my name? Let’s book him for Cuban vacation!” The uniform slaps the Dakota, hits him in the back, “trash deserves to burnt!” Off they go, jerking him and dragging the Dakota away, the violence can be heard from far away, there just isn’t anyone near to hear this assault. Strong Buffalo sees his daughter in his mind, her face behind the scarf as she avoids the mustard gas and hears her praying…he knows the Society, wonders where he is, but, that no matter what, he is not what they say, that they are lying, that money from Norway must be a plant…”hmm, a quarter pounder taste good, now!” he chuckles as he is hit again, “fucking redskin!” (To be Continued)