To expect life to treat you good is foolish as hoping a bull won’t hit you because you are a vegetarian.
Let us put our minds together and see what life we can make for our children.
I wish it to be remembered that I was the last man of my tribe to surrender my rifle.
Is it wrong for me to love my own? Is it wicked for me because my skin is red? Because I am Sioux? Because I was born where my father lived? Because I would die for my people and my country?
The Globe and Mail – MacGregor -A beef tale: How a farmer flourished by letting his bulls enjoy the scenery
Phil M Stockmen