Gradually, standing dancing boxing began to look forward to the hours spent in the brown-roofed tent.
Now, everyone can accept him.
Dancing with wolves is no longer a big problem.
The soldier, who was not at all like the murderous white ghosts, now looked, or even looked, like a soldier.
At first, standing punches really didn't like talking to the white man she hated in the tent.
Since dancing with the Wolf and living there and teaching him Indian, these things have become the subject of conversation among the villagers.
Although there was a bird - kick, it really disturbed her to play such a role.
In particular, she did less of her daily work and was afraid of being criticized.
Among the tribe, women have a lot of hard work to do. Although she has been comforted repeatedly by playing football, she still feels uneasy.
Two weeks later;
There was no fear of worry in her.
Instead, she received new respect from her people, and was happy that she had some good influence.
As a result, the face that stands to dance boxing, also often ripples out a smile, the shoulder also stood up.
Above all, her new role has created a sense of authority that everyone can see.
Her life became more fruitful, and it was a good thing to stand up and dance.
Other people, too.
In the evening, she worked with some women to gather sticks.
Standing dance boxing nearby a friend, very proud do touch her and say: "everybody is talking about you!"
Standing up straight under the fist, I didn't know what to say.
"What do they say?
"She asked softly.
"Everybody says, you seem to know magic. They say you should change your name."
"What's the name?
"Oh, I don't know.
The friend replied, "names like 'tongue of the devil', as they say."
As they walked together in the misty night, standing and dancing, they turned their heads and looked around.
When they reached the edge of the camp, they stood and danced and said, "I like my name."
She knew it would not be long before the words were heard all over the camp.
"I'll keep the name."
After a few nights, she went back to her bird-kicking cone.
She listened when she heard someone singing in the neighborhood.
On the other hand, I feel I can relax.
She paused to listen for a long time, and was greatly surprised.
"The Sioux have a bridge that leads to another world. This bridge is called jiquan."
She ran to bed, blushing, afraid to listen.
When she pulled the quilt down to her chin, she didn't think there was any malice in the lyrics of the song.
A sweet feeling came over her as she thought over every word of the song.
She slept like a log this night.
The next morning, when she woke up, it was already daylight.
She climbed out of the tent and watched the day.
Hurry out and stop for a moment.
She found that dancing with the Wolf had left the camp on his fine horse.
Somehow, as soon as she saw it, her heart sank, a reaction she could not have imagined.
She had never cared about his coming or going before, but now she was too disappointed to see him again.
Standing fistfight didn't want anyone to see her in such a trance.
She looked round quickly and quickly assumed an air of radiance.
The kicking of the bird was already paying attention to her.
When she shrugged her shoulders and pretended to be calm, her heart beat violently.
Then the kicking bird came over.
"No more talking today."
"He said, looking carefully at her, but making her nervous.
'she said, trying to make her voice sound bland.
But she could see the curious look in the bird's eyes, so she had to explain.
"I love talking," she continued. "I'm happy to say what the white people say."
"He's going back to camp and he's going to look, and when the sun goes down, he's going to come back."
The wizard looked at her carefully again and said, "tomorrow we'll talk more."