Reminds me of an old joke that I heard on the rez:
The Lone Ranger and Tonto are riding across a large canyon. Just galloping along. Then they start to notice the walls of the canyon are closing in on them. Soon, they come to a place where they cannot go farther. They stop their horses at the end of a box canyon.
Looking up and around the rim of the canyon, they see hundreds of well-armed Indians on horseback, staring down the barrels of their rifles at them.