my grandmother grew up in South Dakota......not sure what years those were but my father was born in 1915 to give you perspective.......she, her parents and six siblings lived in an 8x10 sod house......she told me stories about having to get water and being frightened if Indians were camped on the other side of the creek where they dipped the bucket in........
GazzaQueen (06-28-2017)
I love this article. Classic Trump. When will America wake up, tick-tock tick-tock.?
My uncle (RIP) lived way way out in the bush on the mainland. He had a ranch with just about everything. You had to ride horses to get to it, there was no road. We used to visit when he was alive. When you're out there you're so secluded it's like no one else exists. Anyway, he used to tell the story about the Indian (hispanic you would say) who kept coming around threatening to kill him. Some wild bush Indian. So one day my uncle stabbed him up and threw him in the river. And that was the end of that.
GazzaQueen (06-28-2017)
there's a family story about my great grandfather......that he used to take herds of cows to market for the neighbors......how one time two men trailed him home after he sold the herd and tried to ambush him.......they traded rifle fire through the night but by morning they decided he was too much to handle and rode off.......
GazzaQueen (06-28-2017)
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