Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee: An Indian History of the American West

by Dee Brown

… I am an Indian and am looked on by the whites as a foolish man; but it must be because I follow the advice of the white man. —SHUNKA WITKO (FOOL DOG)

“It is only six years since we came to live on this stream where we are living now,” Red Dog said, “and nothing that has been promised us has been done.” Another chief remembered that since the Great Father promised them that they would never be moved they had been moved five times. “I think you had better put the Indians on wheels,” he said sardonically, “and you can run them about whenever you wish.”