Stop the insanity! Stop the "blood quantum." Counting your Indian blood today is about as practical as counting coup. If your head's not there-- where Sitting Bull, Chief Joseph, and Crazy Horse lived-- even a full-blooded Native American is slumming on the rez and on the streets where the "Outside" lives. I'm a blue-eyed blonde married to what some of the anal Rez Police might call a half-breed. Nokosee on his dad's side is Seminole but his mom is a Cuban his dad met at Hialeah High when they were students. Of course, if you read my books, you know I had to prove my worthiness to Nokosee's old man, the founder of the New Seminole, Micco Busimanlotome Osceola. Doing a "walkabout" in the Everglades alone with only a knife and a compass was nothing compared to what came down the pike-- and got me holed up here at the Miccosukee Embassy in Miami doing sanctuary. But I proved to the old man I was worthy of his son, the first of the New Seminole who would lead an eco-war on the "Outside" to save the Earth. Not that we're still thinking about doing that. We have a daughter now, Haalie Osceola. That changes everything.
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