Damn. Graham Greene died.

He was one of my favorite character actors, a stoic and noble but more often lighthearted presence in films such as “Dances with Wolves” and on TV (“Northern Exposure,””Longmire,” “Tulsa King”).

An Oneida Indian, he was born in Ontario and took up stage acting there, even making it to Britain, before making his big screen debut in a Honk Kong martial arts thriller (“Bei Shao lin”) for Golden Harvest in the ’70s.

“Dances With Wolves” (1990) was his big break, playing a humorous Lakota foil to the hapless, idealistic white cavalryman (Kevin Costner) who tries to make a connection with the natives.

“Thunderheart” to “The Green Mile” to “The Twilight Saga” to “Wind River,” he was always a reliable presence, offering up a whiff of inscrutability that could pass for wisdom, patient suffering or amused contempt.

He transcended Native stereotypes in pretty much every role he played. And man, 73 is too young to go.

Greene managed to have a pretty broad career for an actor the movies were sure to want to pigeon hole. Hos “Northern Exposure” turn as a businessman always outsmarting the white folks was a hoot.

Well done, and rest in peace.