As the winds blow cool in the Valley of the Great White Buffalo the distant thunder of the thumping round ball beckons. There is but one more battle to be fought. The battle is
not for rings but for glory and Wagon Wheel. Many moons have passed without the Wheel. The memory grows dim and the resting place is empty. The Buffalo will journey to
the land of the Grey Hound. The Hound is fast and will try many tricks to confuse the Buffalo. The strength of the Buffalo shall overcome the trickery of the Hound. The smoke of
the Peace Pipe shall be sweet, the fire water shall be cold and the victory fires burn again in the Valley of the Great White Buffalo.
The Great White Buffalo has spoken - So it shall be.
not for rings but for glory and Wagon Wheel. Many moons have passed without the Wheel. The memory grows dim and the resting place is empty. The Buffalo will journey to
the land of the Grey Hound. The Hound is fast and will try many tricks to confuse the Buffalo. The strength of the Buffalo shall overcome the trickery of the Hound. The smoke of
the Peace Pipe shall be sweet, the fire water shall be cold and the victory fires burn again in the Valley of the Great White Buffalo.
The Great White Buffalo has spoken - So it shall be.
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