“I was born upon the prairie where the wind blew free, and there was nothing to break the light
of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures, and where everything drew free breath.
I want to die there and not within walls.”
~Ten Bears
In 1890, ranchers on the southern plains killed bison by the millions stockpiling the hides and horns which were, in turn, sold to merchants in the Midwest. Empty of Bison, the prairie was a lonely place; it had taken barely ten years to eliminate them.
Among the few herds left, Bison wander the plains in Custer County, SD.
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