Land history is a squishy layer cake. From a twenty-first-century keyboard, I slice through layers of time. The Jewell County, Kansas land that I visited as a child was—and is—my grandparents’ farm. It was and is the United States’ undervalued taking from indigenous stewards and overpaid taking for a land-speculator’s gamble and miles-away homestead rolled into a reservoir-making land swap. It was and is and always will be Kanza homeland. In my land history, all of those pasts are present today.