His room gives a window-view of the land that is his inheritance. He remembers his youth when this land was fought for and promised in treaty by the agents from Washington. And he remembers sitting with his grandparents and listening about the time when the same land was fought for and held against traditional and ancient enemies—the other tribes.

The familiar mountains, and canyons, and rivers—he knows each by its real name and its significance in Kiowa history—each has a part to play in Kiowa chronicle and story.

He remembers himself as a little boy curling up before sleep watching the fire dance while listening to the rise and fall of his grandmother's voice re-telling the familiar stories at the old campsite—not far from his window view.