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Last time I was in Montana, I overheard a conversation between an old Indian, a cowboy and an Arab student. The three strangers struck up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge in Bozeman, Montana, awaiting their flights. The American Indian was passing through from Lame Deer; cowboy was on his way to Billings for a livestock show and the fundamentalist Arab student had newly arrived at Montana State University from the middle East. Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures.

Soon, the two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the conversation falls into an uneasy lull. The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table and tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face. The wind outside is blowing tumbleweeds around, and the old windsock is flapping; but still no plane comes.

Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly he speaks, "At one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are few."

The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward, "Once my people were few," he sneers, "and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?"

The Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl, "That's cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I do believe it's a-comin."

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Cowboys are stupid. Anyone who needs a gun to kill helpless Indian children and nearly kill off all the buffalo sucks.

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