This is a picture taken when Robbie was 85 years old. We were elk hunting high in the Big Horns on the Crow Reservation and Robbie wanted fresh meat. He was a man among men and a good friend to my Dad. He was packing a .300 Winchester and wanted to bring along a fresh horse.
I saddled his fresh horse after lunch and we kept hunting. He was the first conservative Native American I had ever met besides my Dad. Robbie had so much vision to share and I am better for it today.
Here is another picture of him and his wife, Dorothy.