Ashes of Heaven:The Lame Deer Fight-May 7, 1877 and the End of the Great Sioux War (The Plainsmen, Book 13)
Terry C. Johnston
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Publish Year note: First published in 1998
The U.S. Army's goal: to wipe out the remnants of scattered, starving people on the frontier's Northern Plain. But before Colonel Nelson A. Miles, the Bear Coat, launched his spring campaign into the heart of Indian country, the commander took one last stab at negotiations—and called on a Cheyenne woman and the famous half-breed pony scout named Johnny Bruguier.
Together, they traveled to the valley of the upper Rosebud River to urge the Sioux to surrender. But a personal grudge exploded in the ranks of the U.S. Army. Now, as a man and a woman risk their lives for peace, the culmination of the great Sioux War is set in motion, and the Bear Coat takes on the last of the fierce Lakota warriors...
dismounted again. “We must crawl up there and look down,” Long Knife whispered there in the shadows of the trees. “The village has to be right below us.” “Both of us cannot leave our horses,” White Bull replied. “One of us must stay and hold them while the other climbs that rocky point to have a look. If we leave our horses, someone may take them away.” “All right,” Long Knife agreed with a sigh, reaching inside his coat. “You must go.” The squawman pulled out a small tablet of paper and the
knee in a fall from a pony. No matter what the tribal doctors did for him, no matter how many poultices he applied, or how many times he soaked it in hot springs, or what roots he rubbed on it, the leg remained swollen and sore. It remained very painful for the next two winters, troubling him to the point that he could feel the power of his spirit ebbing out of him just as surely as sweat would seep from his pores. Slowly, day after day, he came to realize the injury would eventually kill him.
Ice by the hair and pulled on it. It felt just as if he pulled Ice up a little, straightening his back. “Now,” the holy person said to him. “Open your eyes.” When Ice looked, he found himself standing outside the huge lodge. Many of the people unable to crowd into the lodge were gathered there before him. Directly in front of him stood a woman whose back was turned to him. She called out to the priest and chiefs in the lodge. “Why don’t you hurry up and sing your sacred songs before he gets
three warrior societies still remaining in the Northern Country this winter. One at a time the leaders of the Ohmeseheso entered the huge double lodge erected for this grand council to discuss the news brought them by Old Wool Woman, upon which the Old Man Chiefs could not reach agreement: the Bear Coat’s demand for surrender. Gathered to listen, to argue, and to decide this most important issue were these chiefs of the Kit Fox Warriors, the Elkhorn Scrapers, and the Crazy Dogs. Once every
and forth, looping all around the question, and still Two Moon could not convince a single young warrior to stay behind when the others left. Just past midday in that cramped office, an exasperated Two Moon confided to Old Wool Woman, “Tell the Bear Coat that we cannot decide who will stay as his prisoner. We are going to talk among ourselves some more and when we have our answer, we will come to the soldier chief’s house again.” They filed out, tromping back to their tents where the Ohmeseheso