Chapter 18

The following morning two columns moved on Crazy Horse’s village, but the wily chief had dispersed his people and fled with his sick wife to the Spotted Tail Agency. The army brought him back and put him in the guardhouse at Red Cloud. He was bayonetted by one of his guards when he tried to escape on September 5 of this year—1877. Crazy Horse died that night of his wound. Little Big Man was there and bore witness to these facts.

James cleared his throat once the Major had finished his tale. “Were there other casualties? We’ve heard rumors ranging from ten to twenty to wholesale slaughter.”

“I can tell you with reasonable certainty that Crazy Horse was the sole casualty.”

James stood and expressed his appreciation for the Major’s time and courtesy. It was all I could do to remain civil to the officer.

“I don’t believe it.” The words spilled out of my mouth as soon as we were mounted and headed for the sentry box.