“I’ll take Buffalo Hump over your diplomatic Indians,” he said. “Buffalo Hump don’t parley—don’t believe in it. He knows the white man’s promises are worth no more than Slow Tree’s. They’re worth nothing, and he knows it. He scorns our parleying and peace-piping and the lot. I admire him for it, though I’d kill him in a second if I could get him in range.”
