Revving the Injun

Nimoy and I got lost on an Oglala Sioux reservation in South Dakota once.

Our RV rolled up into the middle of their shanty town around sunset. We were surrounded.

I opened the window a tiny crack and asked to "parlay" with their chief.

A homely man in a Skoal cap approached the cab.

I was affronted that he didn't present himself in formal dress.

Lenny was scared witless, worried they were going to steal our gin.

He had heard that's how they multiply. Like Tribbles.

We had to shoot our way out.

True story.
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