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Riding Tatanka

Updated on February 21, 2013

Riding Tatanka

The tankers came hauling the silver steel plates by the dozen. They ebbed and flowed, during the night, pumping out sloshing black gold under the acres of land. The crickets chirred, raising their hind legs, dropping, withdrawing, and then, dropping down again. Unlike, the grasshoppers, they didn’t have wings to fly.

They were tied to the earth, Mother Nature providing the food and shelter to propel us toward meaning. I see them now in the distance. Ghosts of the once massive herd that moved through the Great Plains are congregating in the hearth like plumes of fog breath and pillars of stampeding hooves.

As a Sioux Indian with a mixture of Hidatsa, Mandan, and Arikara blood in me, I view the Tatanka, the wild buffalos, as my ancestors had done. I dream about them at night. What were plentiful and once roaming the terrains with unabashed refrain, are now gone.

But are they? One midsummer night, as I walk on the cracked sidewalk of Newton, North Dakota, I watch a train puffing its black smoke into blue sky. The conductor tips her blue hat to me. She smiles an unearthly smile and whispers I can ride for free.

“Even my cousin?” I ask.

She nods. I hop onboard, holding Mia’s hand. She moves freely in the cabin. Seating in the passenger seats, a troupe of people gaze out the windows, observing the plains roll by. Every single one of them holds a rifle or a weapon that shoots a metal ball.

They say the longest sentence in the English language, using the same word repeatedly and grammatically correct, which is buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo, eight buffaloes in all, yet there are more than eight here.

As the summer breeze sighs through my hair, I see them in the hundreds, in the thousands, filling the vacant land with their burly furs and massive shoulders, dark guardians in the backdrop. The battle cries greet my ear. But they are not the cries of a great warrior who skulks silently in the grassland with a wolf’s costume. It’s the scent of gunpowder and a bright muzzle flash where tears cannot be disguised.

My cousin points to big-rig and mentions she was raped.

“Where?” I ask.

“There, in the low fields, behind that abandoned house,” she says calmly. There is no sorrow in her voice, no tears.

“Haven’t you told anyone?”

The passengers continue to fire into the throng of buffaloes. I smell death, blood soaking the virgin soil.

“Do you know who did it?” I insist.

She nods. “It’s no big deal,” she says, shoulders slumped. “I got over it.” Isn’t that what we all do, eventually? We get over it and move on.

I smell the hour of death. I smell the Great Plains. Like these words you feel with the tip of your fingers and that read green grass, wild-flowers, and courtly shrubs, fifty years from now, I see these mighty herds, just as these words leap out to you in battle, out of their elements, to touch you.

I see them. I can taste them, the way they tasted long ago. They have returned. They are returning in great numbers. Their fog plume breath, their snorts, and their dancing feet. I ride the train and see all the passengers with bows and no arrows, unable to shoot.

I call out to them in a dream. They hear me. The sentence with the longest same word, buffalo buffalo buffalo, raise their heads and watch me pass, protected and guided. I see meaning in the water, the air, the clouds, the rocks. I see meaning in all parts of life, and what it means to our people.

They have returned and they are grazing like the word buffalo.


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      Angela F 

      3 years ago from Seattle, WA

      Good writing! The imagery is awesome.

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      Shauna L Bowling 

      5 years ago from Central Florida

      Wow, this is intense!

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      Audrey Howitt 

      5 years ago from California

      This is stunningly beautiful!

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      Wayne Barrett 

      5 years ago from Clearwater Florida

      Deeply profound story. Maybe the Cherokee inside me will hear the hoof beats in my dream tonight.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 

      5 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Voted up. Fantastic. You've taken me on a marvelous journey of great imagery. Passing this on.

    • always exploring profile image

      Ruby Jean Richert 

      5 years ago from Southern Illinois

      I am part Indian and very proud. This is beautiful and deep..Thank you...

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      5 years ago

      i love it ^_^

      go on with your writing

    • B. A. Williams profile image

      B. A. Williams 

      5 years ago from USA

      I found this to be on a subject I have always sympathized with, the Native Americans. I liked it a lot, and have always had some need to bring out how they lost so much, well done. Keep Writing!

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      5 years ago from Welcome to my beautiful world, where magic is no longer a myth.

      Great st0ry!!! loved the entire story

    • MaeMG profile image


      5 years ago

      Wow, beautiful and tragic. I love the imagery. The combination of how the small amount of dialogue, the movement of imagery in the scene, and personal reflection ties the story together.

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      Bill Holland 

      5 years ago from Olympia, WA

      Sadly beautiful. I was just reading an article about the fracking in North Dakota...this reminded me of that article.


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