Lance Poole:
The whites outnumber us, Father. The war is over. All the wars... even yours. The country is growing up. They gave me these stripes wiithout testing my blood. I led a squad of white men. I slept in the same blankets with them, ate out of the same pan. I held their heads when they died. Whey should it be any different now?
Mr. Poole:
You are home. You are an Indian.
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