The wind howled across the Montana plains as I made my way toward the edge of this ancient buffalo jump, my fascination with Native history drawing me closer. The cliffs stood rugged and timeless, a silent witness to the past. The biting December gusts stung my face, making it hard to steady my camera, but the moment was too powerful to miss. As I framed the shot, I felt a deep sense of awe—at the land, the history, and the echoes of the buffalo that once thundered across this very place.
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