Three strangers meet up at Hector field in Fargo.  They are all waiting for a plane to Minneapolis.  One is a cowboy from out near Medora.  One is a Native American from the Fort Berthold Reservation.  The other is a radical Muslim student from Iran.  The three begin to talk, and they soon find out that the Muslim hates America, wishes all Americans were dead, and would love to behead a few himself.  Understandably, the conversation stagnates till the Indian says, “Once my people were many.  Now they are few.  Why is that?”  After a short pause, the Muslim sneers, “Once my people were few.  Now they are many.  Why is that?”  The old cowboy leans back in his seat, pushes his hat up a bit, and says, “I recon that it’s because we ain’t played cowboys and Muslims yet.  But it’s a comin’, I’ts a comin’.  Wanna play?”