Leech Lake Minnesota 1898. Most Ojibwe have ceded their land to the U.S. Government in exchange for Reservations in their ancestral homes.

Stone Hand stand on the shore of Leech Lake, now his home.  Once all the land was theirs, no one to tell the Ojibwe that they had to stay on the Reservation, a prison for his people.  The White lumber companies were encroaching onto the Ojibwe Reservation in search of lumber, taking what the Ojibwe were using to live on.  The rations supplied by the Indian Agent were rotten, old and useless, his people were starving.  The children crying and asking for food. Winter was coming soon, this would be a terrible time for the Ojibwe.

Elders and Chiefs from the Ojibwe tribe had requested that the lumber companies stay off the reservation, had begged for food for the children, all refused by the Indian Agent Tom Williams.  Williams living in his big house getting rich at the suffering of a proud people.

Something must be done. Stone Hand puts his had to his head, the pain was fearsome, his belly ached, his head was like pounding thunder.  Hunger was taking it's toll. Stone Hand sat down on the shoreline, splashing water from the lake on his face, trying to clear his thoughts.

In Walker Minnesota, across the lake from Stone Hand, Tom Williams was making another deal, selling the food that was to go to the Ojibwe to the lumberjacks, making a tidy profit.  Taking the cash allowance that was the payment for the Ojibwe lands and pocketing it added more to his account.

Tom pushed back from the supper table, across from him sat Wilbur Johnson, owner of the lumber company.  Wilbur hands Tom a thick packet of bill. Wilbur tells Tom that they are doing very well harvesting the hard woods off the Ojibwe Reservation but feels that the Ojibwe are becoming a problem with their protests.  Tom assures Wilbur that he will take care of the ''Indian Problem''.  It's Toms intention to withhold what little food he was giving to the Indians until they gave up more land.  The money from Wilbur and the lumber company was good, making Toma rich man, no Goddamn Indian was going to stop that.

Stone Hand knew that today was the day for the food allotment from the Indian Agent.  As the people gathered for the meager rations, Tom, standing on the back of his buckboard tells them, no rations, you've been cusing trouble with your protests.  Until you stop the protests there will be no rations for you. Whirling Girl, a young mother who's child is near death from lack of food, falls to her knees, no longer able to stand, the baby tumbling from her arms.  Whirling Girl lies still, the baby not moving. Whirling Girl and the baby are dead. Tom looks at them with distain and rides away.

Stone Hand comes back to the village later that evening. The people are quiet, sad, starvation is taking it's toll. Stone Hand goes to the Elderes and ask's what should be done.  The Elders have nothing to say, the lack of food is slowly killing them. Stone Hand raises to his feet, throws his head back, anger flashing like lighting.  Now was the time.  No longer will he allow his people to die at the hands of the white man. Greed will be paid back with a vengeance. The power and vengeance of Stone Hand.

Stone Hand leaves the village and heads into the forest, it's dark but he knows the land, this is his land, his fathers land, his fathers fathers land.  He is in his element, seeking out the ones that can help his people. 

Deep in he forest a silent killer sits on his haunches, eyes searching the night, ears straining to pick up any sound.  To his left stands another, he is surrounded by his kind.  Senses at high alert, breathing slowly they watch Stone Hand coming towards them.  Finally Stone Hand senses that they are all around him. No human, no Indian, no White man could match Stone Hands skill in the forest, only one creature could give him reason to pause, and they were all around him, hidden, but he knew they were there. 

The Ghost Wolf know's why Stone Hand is here. It is time for Stone Hand to join the pack. They were his protector when he was born on that cold winter night, and he will be part of the pack forever. Ma'iingan howls into the night, a chilling sounds, sending fear into anyone that hears it.  He is joined by the others, now all howling. The sound echo's across the lake.  Tom is settled into his warm home for the night, but hears the howl.  Wilbur, planning to destroy more Ojibwe forest hears it.  Nothing but a pack of wolves, nothing to worry about.

Little did they know that they were listening to their death song. Stone Hand and the Ghost Wolves had spoken. 

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