With a measured, stealthy gait, Lieutenant John Dunbar's stallion Cisco crested the
picturesque plains hill. Dunbar knew that warring tribes might be in the
vicinity. Suddenly, he heeled Cisco. Before him, across the gently
undulating hills lay a sprinkling of black-clothed, sunglasses-wearing men.
A rather porcine fellow wearing white garb and a red hat was hunched
over, holding a shiny metal stick. Golfing nativists? This pasty,
orange man was immediately distracted by Dunbar's presence.
"Can't
you see that I am putting?! Can't you see that you are not welcome
here?"
Perhaps
it was just a misunderstanding. Dunbar cautiously
approached. He could see that the orange
one looked like he hadn't slept in weeks, so he tried to assuage his ire with
an offering of coffee. It was to no avail.
"Get
him outta here! Get him out!!"
Dunbar
was beaten savagely by the sunglasses-wearing men and dragged off the premises.
(A few
days later...)
Dunbar
was offered a wampum settlement for the beating, even though the petulant orange one had
announced after the incident that he would never settle and admitted no wrongdoing.
Dunbar took the settlement and resolved to study this tribe and how they
could have installed such a strange, grotesque leader.
He is known by opposing tribes as "Yellow Nest on Head." His supporters seem to have immense reverence for him because he promised that he alone could provide everything
by virtue of his fierce bartering and negotiating skills.
An important non-blood relative, who wears a curious
outfit that seems part rich frat boy and part baseball umpire, seems to be at
odds with the Chief's right hand man, who seems to be afflicted with dysentery
or putrid face. I'm told the frat boy is pushing the infected one out of
the circle of power, as he did previously with a rotund hanger-on.
The tribe tells me that the Orange Chief has an
exotic-looking, younger wife who keeps busy operating a rudimentary
business venture selling moccasins, pelts and jewelry made from animals that her warrior
brother Foot in Mouth has killed. She also has yellow hair and her Lakota name is something
like Tatonia or Tatonka. She has taken up an office in the executive
tipi, perhaps for purposes of consolidating power. Her brothers are
also sons of the Chief, so apparently they've got some sort of Pitcairn Islands thing going on here.
The Chief is not a lover of animals and has no pets, unless you count White Bird in a Golden Cage, who is kept in another district and shown off from time to time. Her friends and family, from whom she was purchased, believe that White Bird must fly. Or she will die.
The Chief is not a lover of animals and has no pets, unless you count White Bird in a Golden Cage, who is kept in another district and shown off from time to time. Her friends and family, from whom she was purchased, believe that White Bird must fly. Or she will die.
Yellow Nest on His Head has a translator who I'm told is also an expert in
seasonings. He seems at times petulant and at times clownish. I
don't really know if he's malevolent or just stupid, since the people can't
understand a thing he says. He seems dishonest, partly because
he speaks in some sort of butchered version of their tongue, which makes the
Lakota Nation suspicious of him. ( Before him, the Orange One apparently
had employed some sort of witch, who answered questions only with
questions of her own.)
The Chief has firm allies at the dominant smoke signal network
in the area, though many of them seem to be sabotaging their careers by virtue
of being misunderstood by the womenfolk.
He has a sort of anti-medicine man whose strict prohibition of the burning of medicinal herbs has engendered considerable animus among tribes in the district and beyond. Healthcare is not even his lookout, they say; he should stick to what he knows best: cultural tribalism.
One of the Orange One’s warriors was sacrificed to the scandal
gods after he lied about meeting with the enemy. And according to an allied tribe of the
Lakota, the Orange One himself participated in a crude, undignified sort of rain dance
in enemy territory.
The Chief has been known to do business with notorious
scalpers. And reliable sources say that
it’s well documented that he has close ties to the red menace himself, Vladimir
Pawnee, who has infiltrated the government of the Lakota Nation.
The Orange One's tribe has deliberately poisoned the water
supply and I fear their government is now broken beyond repair.
I do not understand the ways of these people, but there is
some good news: I do believe the groundwork has been laid for the
removal of this fulminating, baggy-eyed, paunchy, short-fingered, corrupt orange
duffer they call "Yellow Nest on Head."