John Dunbars dagbog: Livet med Sioux-stammen

Hello my name is John Dunbar and i’m one of your men, but you asked me to write to you about what I had experienced as I do,

I was brought to an abandoned shack out on the prairie, where the horse and the driver was killed but I wrote in my diary every day,

my horse was stolen almost every night, but I was always left for thieves put it just in the middle of nowhere, I met this tribe named Sioux and they called themselves "Lakhota" people, there was a lady who had be an American but had forgotten her’s native language but after that I became friends with them, I used find to talk to them and vice versa but she was very sweet, it was supposed that she was to marry a man but she loved him it was the older order, but as I said it she chose not saying I was better friends with the tribe and married Stands with a fist,

way as was Stands with a fist away during an invasion she ran and ran until she came ii tribe and was a lifetime, she lived as they did and did what they did and spoke as they did, in fact did everything they did,