The smoke from the sweat lodge stung Benny's eyes, as he sat on a rock outside. He was nimbly working a pocketknife with fancy jimping, while alternately tugging at sinew with his teeth, then dropping a bead or two into a complicated mess in his lap. The reservation children sat in wonder. A jeep pulled up, five young, angry braves. Angry because J.D. had thrown them from the sweat lodge, and led a buffalo inside. The Chief, Little Eagle, drove the jeep. "Benny, what is the meaning of this?" J.D. burst forth from the flap of the lodge, a bloody mass clutched to his heaving chest. "Water! NOW!!!" Little Eagle gestured, a brave grabbed a 5 gallon can from the jeep. J.D. nodded, the brave slowly poured water on the mass. Slowly, the red of the blood gave way to pink, then the white underneath. A black nose and tail were revealed, J.D. had been midwife to the birth of The Great White Buffalo. The mother buffalo came over, nuzzled J.D.'s forehead, and he laughed, releasing the beast. Benny held up a mosaic, his creation, commemorating the event. He handed it to the Chief, rose, and spoke. "J.D., My Friend. I have a proposition...."