Some people may think of a funeral by Rest Ka-sang, one of the famous three parties and five major players.

No one expected that a white man would eventually sleep with a group of Indians, and in the song of the gods of a group of Indians.

But as his friend, I know that such a funeral was what he hoped for.

Shawei carefully dug the tomb with a stone tablet.

The low grave is just a small bales.

The soil was dug up little by little, and the last bone was exposed.

A woman's skeleton, without a coffin, and without any burial objects.

However, judging from her height and beautiful facial contour, she must have been a beautiful Indian girl during her lifetime.

There is a bullet hole on the head of the skeleton, which must have been penetrated by a bullet.

An empty coffin was carried over, and Shawei carefully placed the skeleton into the coffin.

Then in the Indians' song of the gods, two coffins were placed side by side into the tomb.

I picked up a bouquet of flowers and came to the tomb. Looking at the two coffins inside, I couldn't help feeling sad.

"Rest Cameron, my friend, I pray for you as a dual saint of the original sect and the traditional sect. No matter how many evil you have done in your life and how many good you have lived, everything has turned into dust. With the rights given by the Father, I lead you into heaven and lead your partner into heaven. Amen."

I prayed in a low voice and placed the flowers in my hand on the coffin.

"Finding the soil!" Under the leadership of Bonnu, more than a dozen Indians began to fill the soil one by one.

The coffin was covered with loess little by little. I also vaguely saw Rest Cameron smiling brightly at me. His smile was so happy and so satisfied.

Although the funeral is not as grand as those of white people with status and status, it has a different solemnity.

There was no white pastor praying in gorgeous costumes, but there was the prayer of me, an old friend, and there were no high-end graves in green grass, but this vast and vast prairie had the majestic and magnificent that were incomparable to those high-end graves. There was no requiem music at the funeral of white people, but there was the sound of Indian war drums to see him off.

I think Anrest Cameron should be satisfied. He should leave with a smile.

Countless Indians lined up by this grave and threw the flowers in their hands on the loess. Soon after, a small hill of flowers stood up there.

"Mr. Corleon, we will take care of Mr. Cameron's grave for generations, and he is the eternal friend of our Indians." Bonnu walked over and looked at me with a sincere look.

At noon that day, I had lunch at the Sioux station. This was the last meal I had with these Indians.

Knowing that I was leaving the place in the afternoon, the Indians on the grassland gathered over. They crowded beside me, watching me finish the food in front of me, and their faces were covered with tears.

After lunch, I drove back to Indianapolis with Stenborough and others.

The originally bustling city has now become quiet and peaceful. The Indians and whites greeting each other can be seen everywhere on the streets. The scene in front of me is completely different from the depression and death that I just arrived here.

"Stenborg, David, do you know that when I see these people's smiling faces, I feel so satisfied." I looked out the window and smiled.

The Polis Hotel held a small welcome party under the auspices of Coolidge. Not many people attended, most of them were officials.

See the premiere of American celebrities who were escorted out of the market before, and we are the last group to stay.

"Andre, I really want to go back to Los Angeles with you, but now it seems that it won't work. There are too many things and it's very complicated." Coolidge held the wine glass and smiled apologetically.

"Now that the whole of Indiana is in anarchy, we must restore normal social order as soon as possible, so we can't see you off in the afternoon." Hoover also picked up a glass of wine.

"Andre, toast to America's freedom!" The two men raised the wine glass in their hands high.

"Cheers to the bright life of the Indians!" I picked up the wine glass in my hand and sincerely wished me.

The cocktail party went straight to the scene, and Coolidge told me a lot of things privately, including related actions from the federal government. He was asking for my opinion, but I laughed at it.

"Calvin, I'm just a movie shooter. After "Dancing with the Wolf", there's nothing to do with me. You can do the rest for yourself." When I said this, Coolidge nodded repeatedly. He knew my temper.

After the cocktail party, the group rushed to the train station.

All kinds of machines and equipment have been loaded, so we just need to take the DreamWorks entourage to the train station.

But when our car drove out of the Polis Hotel, the scene in front of us deeply shocked everyone!

The street in front of the Polis Hotel was already full of people. People stood on both sides of the road and watched our cars slowly drive by.

Among them were white people, and more were Indians.

These Indians were dressed in costumes and stood on both sides of the road, with a solemn and sad expression.

It seems that these people had known about our departure this afternoon that almost all of them were here.

All tribes sent their strongest warriors to escort our vehicles with spears, like guards of honor, and more Indians followed our cars and moved forward step by step.

It usually takes only a dozen minutes to drive from the Polis Hotel to the train station, and we walked for more than an hour.

The Indians on both sides of the street kept throwing flowers under our wheels. From the hotel to the railway station, they paved avenue for us, and this was their most solemn farewell ceremony!

In Indianapolis, flowers were always given only to warriors who went on war. When they hunted bison herds or fought against white people, people threw flowers under their horses' hooves and prayed that they would return successfully.

And now, they handed over the blessings and honors to me and to a white man!

The train station, both inside and outside, is all there.

Moist. The Indians squeezed beside the train and stuffed all kinds of things into the car. These things include their own dried meat, their own spears left by their ancestors, and their pheasant tail and crown that they saw more important than life...there are a variety of things representing their most sincere wishes!

The Indians are generous and sincere. You will repay them with a drop of water. And they will never forget them for generations.

This is a kind nation, a pure nation! It has the toughness and shining center of the earth as gold!

"Boss, the chief asked me to give you this thing." Kava walked over, holding a big box in both hands.

The box is opened and there is a broken flag inside.

That is the real flag of the wolf!

This flag is a common holy object of all Indian tribes on this grassland! In the past few hundred years,: Fight! As long as it is there, the Indians will charge forward without hesitation!

This flag is the most precious wealth of the Indians and a symbol of their indomitable spirit. In history, those white people invaded and massacred the Indians tried their best to get it, because as long as they seized it, it would be equivalent to conquering the Indians, but they never did what they wanted, even if it was a massacre of their entire tribe!

This flag has never fallen into the hands of white people after disasters. In order to protect it, countless heroic Indians died tragically under the guns of white people!

But now, the Indians gave me this flag symbolizing pride, dignity and glory! To a white man!

Holding this flag, I was about to breathe.

This is not a banner, it is clearly the sincere heart of a nation!

The train started. It started with tears and shouts of countless people!

Countless Indians beat the war drums and sang songs to the gods!

When I first came to this city, I also heard the sound of this drum and this song. At that time, they contained suffering and tears, but now they were filled with glory and dreams!

The sun was shining brightly. Every DreamWorksman on the train leaned out to say goodbye to the Indians, and everyone burst into tears.

At this time, the Indianapolis Railway Station became a sea of ​​tears.

I sat in the carriage, my mind was clear.

The sadness, pride, joy, happiness... all kinds of complex emotions made me unable to say anything like a puppet.

And at this time, any words seem pale and powerless!

And for us, the only regret is that we did not see the Sioux people.

After several months of life, we and this tribe have already become thicker than water.

"Boss, why didn't the Sioux see you off? I'm planning to give my gun to Bonnu." Stenborough muttered while sitting next to me.

"Kava, do you Sioux have something important to be busy with?" Griffith asked Kava.

Kava decided to join me in Hollywood, and from now on, he is also a part of DreamWorks.

"Don't ask, the Sioux people might have something to be busy with." I waved my hand to Stenborough.

The train left Indianapolis and began to enter the vast grassland.

Everyone in the car sat in the carriage and remained silent. Suddenly, Lenny pointed out the window and shouted: "Flag! Flag!"

"What's the fuss? Have you ever seen the flag?" I laughed.

Lenny opened his eyes wide and stuttered: "Andre! Look! Look!"

I turned my face and the scene in front of me finally burst into tears!

On the earth beam on one side of the train, an Indian wearing a huge pheasant tail and crown stood high on a large flag and horse! It was none other than Bonnu.

The big banner he raised in his hand was not the Indian wolf flag, but a brand new star and striped flag!

The hatred of the two nations, the blood and tears of many years, disappeared at this moment.

Then, a forest of pheasant tail suddenly appeared on the earth beam, and countless Sioux people appeared in my sight.

"shelf!"

Under the leadership of Bonnu, they rode their horses and chased the train! Their long hair was fluttering and the pheasant tail flew!

"Andre Corleon. Do you know that you will be our eternal friend!"

"Andre Corleon, do you know that you will be our eternal friend!"

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The deafening shouts made me cry!
To be continued...