The plains left many a man feeling empty. When there was little to no water standing in this land, a river or two, no lakes, the land without a name, the one place who only had I.T. printed behind it on its legal papers, its purchased rights, and its death certificates, determining this as Indian Territory.
The place where Indians came, against their will, and stood and slept where no trees would come, where no fences would justify this Kiowa place, this Apache hold, the land of Chickasaw's, Creeks and before civilization came and took away their only freedom, they were left to roam as the Buffalo had in the past.
The Buffalo had run in very large herds, that would mask the seen countryside with dark blacks and brown, and have just now begun to make the steps back to the living creatures that were a part of this wide open earth. Their numbers are down, their breath and strength is coming back, with man stepping back and letting them run again. If one looks closely you can see where they rolled in the grasses and left the wallows building up the flat ground.
Ralph Peck
Photo By Curtis Payne
Just North of Stillwater, Oklahoma
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