Brian Eckert

Writer. Wanderer. Dreamer. Skeptic. Man.

Hell’s Canyon

White Man’s Burden

Everyday, tanned smiles, golden laughter, passed down legends. Everyone singing songs, beading blankets, harvesting crop. Until, the white man came, riding horses, silver guns and yellow teeth. Then, hair braided, ears hidden, smiles fading, we leave our homes forever.

RIP Chief Old Joseph