“The white man"s network was spreading across the West like a spider"s web. No matter how far we rode, we eventually came to a place where they awaited us.”
I laughed when I first read the words of Chief Death Star at the Museum of Natural History years ago, mostly because they made him sound so much the victim, as Indians were wont to do on the losing end of the stick. Actually, as anyone associated with the Nation such as myself knew best, we were the ones constantly returning to steal the spider"s meals until one day we became the main course.
I came from London to Boston as a Merchant Marine before the end of the war and abandoned ship in search of romance and adventure. As a lad I had trained as a prizefighter and won quite a bit of money for my promoters in barroom brawls. Unfortun
