A sacred Moonshine

Hello old cowboy. If you came so far, the gateway to the saloon, it may well be that all is not yet screwed up and that God still wants to make something of yourself. If I understand, too, you love America, Indian and you quids while thinking of all these adventures you could live if you had had the good sense to be born in 1850 and not at this time degenerate when the White Man behaves like a woman. With us, Cheyenne finally the Human beings, as we used to call us, that role is reserved for hemanehs and men are all there is more manly. BriefPresidentAdministrationFormer. All that to say that you will not lose your time with this masterpiece of American literature. It you remember Mark Twain, Ken Kesey and Henry David Thoreau, and all those old Westerns that we, we knew how in the time, and the first shot in 1970 by Arthur Penn with Dustin Hoffman and adapted from the novel. You know, it smells western lowland, the gold rush and good bison dung. These 595 pages will take you to the guts and I am almost certain that after that, you also will not see more things straight and square like all the whites. But rather in a circle because, as my father said, Old Hut, before the arrival of the white man "there was an ongoing victories and defeats, continuity, as it should, in circle. Because life is it not continue? And though I must die, will I not continue to live in all things that are? The buffalo eats grass, I eat bison, and when I die, the earth eats me and makes the grass grow. Therefore, nothing is ever lost, and everything is all things for eternity, although all things are in motion. " This is Jack Crabb, finally Petit-Grand-Man tells you, and he was not born the last rain.