I have heard that you intend to settle us on a reservation near the mountains. I don't want to settle. I love to roam over the prairies. There I feel free and happy, but when we settle down we grow pale and die... A long time ago this land belonged to our fathers; but when I go up the river and see camps of soldiers on its banks. These soldiers cut down my timber; they kill my buffalo; and when I see that my heart feels like bursting; I feel sorry.
The Enemies of Incorporation
Chief Satanta of the Kiowas