Constance Hill

“Where have you gone, O noble lords of the plain? Time has erased your footprints with the passing seasons’ rain. Your voices have now been silenced to no longer echo in the hills. The battles are but memories when you watched your lifeblood spill. It is we who are the losers; it is we who bear the shame. O mighty Blackfoot warrior, only your legend remains the same. Constance O’Banyon””