Native Nations, Ancient Paths: The True Story of the Oregon Trail

Previously

…He saw the Nez Perce elders, their faces etched with a weariness that mirrored his own growing frustration. He saw Agent Sterling, his imperious demeanor a stark contrast to the solemnity of the Nez Perce. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that this accord was not a solution, but a temporary delay. The land was not large enough for both their dreams. And the spirit of his people, and the Nez Perce, would not be easily subdued. The air, once filled with the scent of woodsmoke and herbs, now carried the faint, metallic tang of something that promised to be far more bitter than sweet.