You see, the benefit of being nomadic is we have nothing to lose. But you, you have everything to lose.
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What if we found you a nice reservation for you settle to down on and helped you assimilate into the culture of the Wardens of the North?
Chief Sitting Bull, turn not to the great buffalo herds, for there you will find nought but ashes and highways of bones. The plains lie desolate. They will not sustain you, your people or your noble way of life. But we can give you a new game to hunt. Their lands hold untold riches, gold, women and weapons. They cower inside their castle walls for their courage cannot match your own. They are Italians, and the plains shall be brought to life with rivers of their blood.
Chief Sitting Bull, the decision is yours. I cannot offer you peace, nor even trade or wealth, for I know they interest you not. Seek you now, a death worthy of your forefathers, and you shall return thence, to the campfires of your people, a man wreathed in feathers of glory, having visited the lands of your enemies, and slaying many. Even now they tremble. Ride forward with us, and let sound once more the beating of the war drum.
