They build houses.

They scare the buffalo away.
They spoil my young men with whisky.

Already they begin to climb the eastern hills.

Soon they will fill the valley, and Drifting Crane and his people will be surrounded.

The sod will all be black." "I hope you're right," was the rancher's grim reply.
"But they will not come if the cattleman go back to say the water is not good.