this your land now it is used to be ours not the one that took it from you don’t matter still got took you here to try to take it back youd ask a favor ask the father was born here this is where he’d like to rest so you want a bury I want to put him in that tree where the Wolves won’t dig him up and he won’t spend the spring in the mud where all this us can come visit he could find peace in that tree a long time ago now there is no peace maybe you sell this land or listen to the bank then someon