"The wise ones called council. We cannot remain passive. The whites must be driven out. Now is the right time, while they are at war amongst themselves. Their soldiers are away. They're defenseless. The People must strike." Red Buffalo's sobbing quieted. "But Hunter, that is exactly what you feared might happen. What about survival through peace?" "It's too late for that." A heavy ache centered itself in Hunter's chest. "I am a dreamer, Red Buffalo. The land is like a single bone between a pair of starving dogs. There is enough for only one. Peace will never come, never. You were right all along, and I was too blind to see it."