Entry - 'protest' - 9/30 Word count 73

In days gone by, his great grandfather would have been wearing buckskins and face paint; the beautiful headdress singling him out as the chief. Today the Chief wore his ceremonial headdress, just as beautiful, but with a suit and Bolo tie. His great grandfather would have been leading a war party. But today, as he stood on the sacred land where the pipeline was to go, all he could muster was a protest.

Word count: 73