More tribal memories

One summer we were driving east on I-90 headed for a
Native gathering at Mobridge.
We stopped in the moountains at a sign that marked the
continental divide.
While we were there a fancy, expensive car pulled up.
Two youngsters climbed out, looked like brother and sister.
I said something about the spectacular view, and the guy
mumbled something.
I didn't catch what he said, but I did catch how high
his nose was.
He was funny, standing there and looking down his nose
at this Indian guy, this Indian guy who was talking to him.
Safe journeys,,,