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It was a long fast, a terrifying wait on Spirit Hill. But on the fourth night Buffalo Tongue earned his reward: Indian manhood. His sacred vision appeared; a voice spoke to him of power, of strength, and of the future. Now Buffalo Tongue was dead. An entire armed Cavalry company had charged the Indian boy as he was riding proudly home from Spirit Hill, a solitary figure on the hot and empty plains. "Well, we got one of them. That's something," beamed Captain Taylor. They had stolen his land, slaughtered his buffalo, and senselessly massacred Buffalo Tongue, the young brave he loved as a son. There was nothing else for Fox Claw to do.…