Well... I had a dream of a great, big river, it’s banks were covered with scalps and litter. It was running through the no-mans land, a great blue ribbon, but by no means grand. You see, the river was on Indian soil, where the chief kept the money and his men had to toil, and while they had fun on them canoe rides he took advantage of their babes and brides. Such was the state of things when, -dreaming-, into Indian land I wondered, screaming, “Anybody home? Hey, give me a hand! I’m hopelessly lost in this no-mans land! I need a ride up the great big river!” Then…- just thinking back, it makes me shiver-, I heard a rustle and footsteps falling, -and while a coyote for his mate was calliing-, to my shoulder fell a great, big hand… Oh, my God! I thought it was my end… Slowly I turned…and moving step-by-step, I reached for the pistol I always kept, and turned to my nightmare with a great big smile, hoping he was friendly all the while, since I never learned how to aim and shoot. When I aimed at the fence, I hit my foot. Then I found myself looking into bright, blue skies, at least that’s what I saw in his eyes… Bluer than the ocean, calmer than the lake, they sent my heart soaring, they made it ache… I was lost and hungry, I had no money, still, my fate kept smiling…I found my Honey! Then he untied the horses from their stalls, and off we rode to Niagara Falls.