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Quotes About Kiowa

Shortly after this incident, Cody was ordered to ride from Lamed to Fort Hays, a distance of sixty-five miles, to advise General Sheridan that the Kiowa and Comanche were on the warpath. In his memoir, Sheridan wrote: "This intelligence required that certain orders should be carried to Fort Dodge, ninety-five miles south of Hays. This too being a particularly dangerous route-several couriers having been killed on it-it was impossible to get one of the various `Fetes,' `Jacks,
~ Robert A. Carter
Your Comanche don't hunger much after señoritas. White women are easier to steal, and don't eat as much besides. The Kiowa are different. They fancy señoritas.
~ Larry McMurtry
I am a member of the Kiowa Gourd Dance Society; I visit sacred places such as Devil's Tower and the Medicine Wheel. These places are important to me, because they've been made sacred by sacrifice, by the investment of blood and experience and story.
~ N. Scott Momaday
Johanna bent her head far back to look up into the leafy canopy and the rainy sky. There was a cautious wonder on her face. She said something in Kiowa in a low voice. So much water, such giant trees, each possessing a spirit. Drops like jewels cascaded from their spidery hands.
~ Paulette Jiles
The view of the Rocky Mountains from the Divide near Kiowa Creek is considered one of the finest in Colorado.
~ Bayard Taylor
The Kiowa was used to rescuing huge vessels like battleships and messaged her first question, "How much diesel fuel do you have?" "None," came the answer from the NR?1. "Well, how long can you keep your power on?" "Twenty years.
~ Unknown
She said something in Kiowa in a happy tone. My name is Ay-ti-Podle, the Cicada, whose song means there is a fruit ripening nearby. She gestured back toward the big bay saddle horse and tossed her hair back. It was as if she wanted to include Pasha in this newfound happiness.
~ Paulette Jiles
A woodenness came over her. A Kiowa's first and last resort was courage. A Kiowa did not beg or plead or appease. She knew at the bitter end she could starve away the despair, deny any sustenance to surrender. She wiped her face again and climbed up into the wagon. Ausay gya kii, gyao boi tol.
~ Paulette Jiles