So you boys want me to tell you a story of the Old Days?
Before all this you see out here now, the roads and the houses and all the white man’s bullshit, this country was wide open.
There were a few of the whites brave enough to come and try to make a life scratching at the soil, but they didn’t last long.
Sooner or later one of the boys about your age would get insulted by a little square house on the prairie.
Get a couple others with him.
I won’t say what they did after.