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The person answered him, "That is Wind Sucker's heart." In Montana, running into the Missouri River from the south, is a little stream that the Blackfeet call "It Fell on Them." Once, long, long ago, while a number of women were digging in a bank near this stream for the red earth that they used as paint, the bank gave way and fell on them, burying and killing them. The white people call this Armell's Creek. This eulogy on the departing Larry she delivers with much unction, and a good deal of check apron in the corner of one eye..
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