"Each day is different from all of the rest. How will that day be different from any other?" Inyan Hok'xi asked.

"The war will be on the day of blowing skies," responded the Tata Gnaxkiya. "When I sing my song of victory, the moon will turn orange and Maka will stagger in her path. That day, too, will be different."

Inyan Hok'xi returned home. He told his mother and uncles to gather stones of red, black, and white, and bring these to him. He made a circle of the red stones all around their tipi. Next to that, he made a larger circle of black stones, and on the outside of those two rings he made a very large circle of white stones. When his mother asked why he had wanted the rocks and why he had used them to make circles around the tipi, he told her, "I prepare for a day of blowing skies".

Early one morning, a meadowlark sat upon the tips of the lodge poles and sang a song, "Look there. The skies are blowing. This day belongs to the Stone Child". Inyan Hok'xi told his family to prepare for battle and went to the circle of the white stones. He picked up two of the stones and hit them together. Suddenly, a high wall of white stone emerged with small openings for shooting scattered here and there.

The ground was trembling, as though frightened. Now, the Tata Gnaxkiya arrived and sent the most reckless first. They begin their charge, like a wave of slime, when Inyan Hok'xi heard the meadowlark call out, "Through the opening you see in them."
As he prepared to shoot, he realized that he could see a hole clear through each creature. When he shot his arrow through that hole, they immediately fell to the side. Others killed themselves smashing into the stone wall. But they were many, and soon begin to break down the white barrier.

Calling his uncles to step back to the ring of black stones, Inyan Hok'xi picked up two of the black stones and hit them together. But one uncle chose not come and he was left outside of the black ring. Immediately, a wall of black stone stone emerged, higher than the white and thicker. He continued to shoot and kill many, while others smashed themselves into the black stone wall.

Still, they came like waves of the great waters, until the black stone barrier began to weaken. Again, he called to his uncles, telling them to get behind the circle of stones. And once again, one uncle did not come.

When he hit together two of the red stones, a high barrier like a tipi grew and surrounded them completely. Inyan Hok'xi and his two last uncles kept shooting and killed many of the creatures. Suddenly, one of the Tata Gnaxkiya, his horns bent and his head bloody from smashing into the red barrier, called out, "Save this (for another day). Inyan Hok'xi will use you up". The survivors all turned and retreated, dragging their tails as they went.

Sioux Nation Black Hills Act: Hearing Before the Senate Select Committee on Indian Affairs United States Senate Ninety-Ninth Congress Second Session on S. 1453, July 16, 1986, Washington DC, p. 212-213.