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

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…Worse, one of them, a stocky man with a cruel glint in his eye, casually tossed a half-eaten piece of dried meat into the spring, a gesture of utter disregard for the purity of the water, a sacred gift. Kicking Bear felt a knot tighten in his stomach. It was a small act, perhaps, in the grand scheme of things, but it was a symbol of a larger, more destructive force. The spring, a source of life, was being defiled. The whispers of discontent among his people had begun to turn into a murmur of action. Passive observation, he knew, was no longer an option. The time for standing was approaching.