Guardian TeeThe first time Black Elk died, he was nine years old. He collapsed in the dust like a broken twig, his body burning with fever. His mother prayed. But for twelve days, he lay motionless. Unbeknownst to his tribe, however, somewhere behind his eyes, he was riding with thunder. In his vision, the sky cracked open. Six grandfathers came riding down from the clouds on horses made of lightning and storm. They gave him gifts a sacred bow, a healing herb,