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The Son of the Rising Star

MONTANA, June 1876

Calm

General!

What is that? Up there.

Dead horses, sir.

Go and see.

Knights come, sir!

What happened here?

We are very glad to see you, sir!

Have you seen Custer?

No, we don't know anything about him...

We have not seen him since Sunday afternoon, when he took five companies with him.

I believe Custer has been defeated.

It's hard to believe. I believe he's in Big Horn feeding his horses.

You're wrong, Captain Benteen.

Where did he fall?

Can I go over there, sir?

Go.

What happened, Captain Benteen?

Mistakes were made.

They're rotten!

Look, there he is.

Curse!

He won't fight anymore.

I always called him by his childhood name, Autie.

He was the first child of the second marriage, six years older than his brother, Tom.

Autie! We have to hurry.

His brothers couldn't say Armstrong when they were little, so they called him Autie.

Autie! They won't wait any longer.

Of course they will!

A handful of men in a land of dry grass.

Let them wait.

My name is Elisabeth Custer.

Need a new uniform.

I thought they would come to receive the 7th Cavalry.

The world doesn't even know that the 7th Cavalry exists.

Waiting for uniforms would be too much.

My husband was a great Civil War hero.

He was present at Lee's surrender at Appomattox.

He was bold and brave.

He was the youngest brevet major general in the history of the Army at the age of twenty-three.

He set in motion the imagination of an entire country.

KANSAS Fall 1866

The 7th Cavalry was organised after the Rebellion.

Tone! Polly! Hurry up, or you'll miss the parade.

I'll be right there, mum.

All farmers, miners and employees of the Kansas-Pacific Railroad Company,

moved west.

The regiment was created to protect them from the Indians.

I don't want to get upset with you this morning, so I hope you don't leave here again!

What I'd give for lemonade.

Do you know I had weevils at home and I had to take them?

Me too.

How hot! I think I'm going to faint.

It's a lot of dust. Do you want to help me clean my skirt?

Shouldn't it have already started?

There were agreements with the tribes at that time.

But the pioneers felt they were not obligated to comply with the laws...

dictated by no Indian.

The general was not happy when he was given his post.

The Plains were considered the great American desert.

My husband was a hero.

He wanted to be in Washington.

I married him in 1864.

We were together for twelve years.

I adored him.

It looks like someone is leaving! Is it him?

It's him! It's him!

Son is General Custer!

In his positions, ready!

Company, pay attention!

I was very young when I first saw it.

Mounted on your horse.

He had a long nose.

Very deep blue eyes, and long blonde hair.

Let the parade begin!

They're beautiful, aren't they?

They are.

Company! In formation!

I admired him.

All the Cheyenne Indian women said he was a very handsome man.

Attention!

- On the march! - On the march!

Right! Up!

Look mum, he has a sword!

The official name they gave me was Kate Bighead.

I was born when my tribe was camped beside the River Gees.

I spent my childhood with the Cheyenne tribe.

For nearly forty years I have often thought of that handsome man I first saw in the South.

We Cheyenne, we called him Hietzi, "Long Hair."

The Arikara called him the Sinister Panther, who prowled the night.

And the crows, Son of the Rising Star...

that attacks at sunset.

I remember him very well.

I saw him die.

When he was a child, everyone called him "smiles".

When he was 14 years old he witnessed it without being able to do anything...

soldiers killed a relative of his who had stolen a cow.

In his misery and sadness, he saw a vision.

A warrior rode out of a lake.

He seemed to float above the ground as he rode.

The warrior had not captured any scalps.

He had long, loose hair that extended below his waist.

He had an ornament, soft and

round, hanging from one of his ears.

The warrior's body was decorated with white granite dots.

And a lightning bolt that stretched from his forehead to his chin.

He was attacked by bullets and arrows.

But they didn't hit him.

There was a storm, but he was completely unharmed.

His own people were trying to overthrow him.

But he kept riding.

A red hawk flew over his head.

The vision disappeared.

His childhood name changed...

for Crazy Horse.

Since that moment,

he felt his destiny was to protect his people from the white man.

It took the white man years to move west.

Forts and roads were built throughout Indian territory.

In 1866 there was only a single Indian tribe in America living in its own territories.

The Indians didn't want to move anymore.

Attention, right!

I hate these savages!

Stinking savages!

Let's catch these savages!

- One moment! - Come on boys, catch us!

We shouldn't follow them!

They called it the Fetterman Massacre.

Poor officer he thought, that with eighty men he could liquidate the entire Sioux nation.

But there was no "massacre".

The soldiers were stupid, they simply rode to their deaths.

News of the Fetterman Massacre reached the East.

They said their heads had been decapitated...

and left them scattered across the rocks to freeze.

The feelings of resentment were reborn again,

and the government was forced to punish the Indians.

The order the Army received was as follows,

"We must act with vindictive diligence against the Sioux...

until the total extermination of its men, women and children."

Colonel?

General!

Colonel Custer, Sir!

I am going!

Prepared!

Saddle the horses!

On the march!

- The war with the Indians had begun.

The war with the Indians ended for me ten years later.

And the hill where "Custer's Last Battle" was fought.

They call it "Custer's Last Stand."

But it wasn't his.

But yes, our final resistance.

They fled. They're cowards.

You will pursue them, Colonel Custer.

I'm looking forward to being done with those damned red devils on the plains for good.

Yes, general.

The 7th Cavalry crossed the plains from one side to the other this summer.

It was a new type of war, fought in very open and empty spaces...

and against a complex enemy.

They dispersed.

They are scared!

Give me a civilized war!

Give me a civilized enemy who fights with rules!

Very good!

Let's follow them.

Sir, the men have already covered forty-eight miles.

They can do more.

We are a people of many nations.

From many bosses.

Each warrior could make his own decision about who to fight and when.

When we fight, we do it with fervour.

When we flee, it is to avoid a massacre.

They had invaded us!

It was an exhausting campaign.

And it was very well followed by the eastern press.

It cost more than a million dollars, but the results were much poorer.

I believe we found the messenger that was sent from Fort Wallace.

Is that Lieutenant Kidder?

Or what's left of it.

So many arrows, what for?

We will see many more.

Lieutenant Kidder had orders! Cooke!

- Sir! - The papers! - Yes sir!

Tom says the New York Herald is on its way.

That's all that's left of these brave men.

Listed in irregular order.

In a small circle are the corpses of Lieutenant Kidder and his company.

They are all without scalps.

All of them without scalps and arms open to the bone.

Mr. Reynolds.

The Lakota tear their arms.

To incapacitate in a next life.

So they can't even saddle the horse.

They left the scalp of the Indian scout beside him.

For the Indians he was a traitor.

They were brutally injured and disfigured so that it is not even noticeable that they are human beings.

Let's bury them.

The cavalry's provisions were horrible.

The men ate rations left over from the Civil War.

Soldiers suffered from lack of activity, restlessness, scurvy and cholera.

My husband was a strict officer. Conditions demanded it.

Deserters! Deserters!

Deserters, General!

Someone on horseback!

Someone on horseback!

Yes sir!

They are deserters, follow them and shoot! Let none return alive!

Yes sir!

Follow us with supplies! Let everyone know!

Yes sir!

Do you want to talk to me?

Yes sir! - Come closer!

I hear, general, that thirty will desert tonight.

Close to the highway to Colorado.

The deserters are back!

Stay away from them, Doctor.

I have no sympathy for these men, they will not receive help. Was I clear?

Let's go back to the Fort.

Inform the men!

Let's go back to Fort Wallace!

Let's go back to Fort Wallace!

Prepared!

I was a pioneer wife.

And as a young woman,

I admit that I wanted nothing more than to be rescued by a gallant man.

Autie knew it.

When he was at Fort Wallace and heard that there was cholera at Fort Riley,

he simply left his regiment and rode nearly 300 miles to see me.

Maybe it wasn't right.

But... he was so gallant...

Autie!

Autie!

It's all soaked.

I am. Thanks for worrying.

- Are you sick? - No.

What are you doing here? How did you get here?

I went to Fort Wallace and didn't find her there.

Then...

I headed to Fort Hays.

I left some men there,

and proceeded to Fort Harker.

But he wasn't either.

So I came alone.

Only?

- And your men? - You can handle it without me.

And here I am.

At beautiful Fort Riley.

I didn't marry you to sleep in a single bed.

Lieutenant Colonel George Armstrong Custer?

Yes?

You're under arrest, sir.

Go ahead, sir.

Doctor I. T. Coates!

My husband attended a War Council.

He was a martyr in an unsuccessful campaign against the Indians.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?

If so, may God help you.

Interest.

Doctor Coates.

When he saw the deserters, did he give them medical help?

- No, Sir. - Why didn't you do it?

General Custer wouldn't let me near the men at that time.

And so I did. I obeyed his orders.

How long were these men in before medical attention was provided?

I suppose it was two hours.

What kind of attention did you pay?

I gave them painkillers and put them at ease, just like I do in combat.

What was the result of the wound suffered by Corporal Johnson?

The wound was mortal. The result was his death.

When he arrived at camp on the evening of the 7th and provided medical attention to the wounded,

Who gave you that order?

Who sent it?

General Custer.

With what words was this order transmitted?

Doctor, have no compassion on these injured men.

I want you to pay them just enough attention.

Did the defendant ever ask about the condition of the injured?

Yes, he asked.

What did you think when the defendant ordered you not to approach the cart...

Where were the wounded when the men arrived?

I got the feeling that the order was intended to impress the troops.

I believe the General wanted to impress his men.

Lieutenant Colonel W. W. Cooke,

After arriving at Fort Wallace, and I want to remind the juror, that without orders,

How many men left Fort Hays to head to Fort Harker...

to accompany General Custer?

One soldier and three officers.

What kind of authorisation did General Custer give you to go to Fort Wallace...

Verbal or written?

Verbal.

Thank you Lieutenant.

I would like to add, sir...

between 1866 and 1867 more than 500 men from the 7th Cavalry deserted.

During the Civil War, those who deserted were shot.

It was a buffalo hunt.

Men who deserted were slaughtered as they begged for their lives.

I have never abandoned a man in danger, according to what he accuses me of.

No one in this court can present evidence...

that I left a dead man unburied, according to what they accuse me of here.

Finally,

I have never seen any man suffer under my authoritarian power, according to

what they accuse me of here.

I ask them...

Gentlemen jurors,

may justice declare me innocent of all these charges.

The Court declares that Major General George Armstrong Custer,

lieutenant colonel of the 7th United States Cavalry as:

Regarding the 1st accusation formulated,

Guilty.

Regarding the 2nd additional accusation,

Guilty.

The general was found guilty of mistreating the captive deserters.

And for being absent from his post without authorisation.

He was also suspended from his post and command for a year.

Our lives had changed a lot.

Railroads shared the path of the buffaloes.

White hunters fired from their wagons.

The ranchers' cattle grazed

our land, while we went hungry.

At age 26, Crazy Horse was the leader of the Teton Lakota nation.

He was a serious man.

He never sang or danced.

He didn't even boast about his victories.

But he took another man's wife.

Black Buffalo.

Sem-Agua's wife.

A Lakota woman was free to choose another husband.

But Waterless was a jealous man.

Crazy Horse disappeared from the village for a while.

At 27, Mr. Custer was without command.

We returned to our home-town of Monroe, Michigan.

It's cool here.

Didn't Sheridan order the deserters to be shot without trial?

And what did General Hancock tell you? Didn't he tell you to shoot the deserters?

He went to see me even though he knew they wouldn't give him permission.

But his officers considered it a normal action.

He did this because we are destined to never live apart again.

And now we have time.

We have a year.

And without pay.

We will survive, general.

Colonel.

The war ended a long time ago, and really...

I'm just a colonel.

A colonel without honour!

You know, during the summer there was a long, perfect night.

The night you came to see me.

It's mine.

Blessed are our memories that keep our pleasures and sorrows.

It's mine.

For all eternity.

In 1868 a treaty was signed and the wars ended.

Bozeman Trail forts closed.

And reserves were built.

We were taken to a reservation.

While the white man moved freely.

The Lakotas got the land west of the Missouri River.

The Dakota Territory: The Black Hills and Little Big Horn Mountains and Valleys.

According to the law, the white man was not authorised to enter the lands that were ceded to us

without the permission of the Indians.

The white man brought us gifts.

he gave us laws, and then...

he broke the law.

WASHINGTON D. C. FALL 1868

The pioneers felt betrayed by the 1868 treaty.

They said that the best lands had been allocated to the Indians,

and they did not even use them.

The war started again.

- Just try a drink of whiskey... - General Grant.

Yes, ma'am?

Can you give me an autograph?

Custer!

My father said he will also be president.

His father is a sensible man.

Are you Phil Sheridan?

Yes.

Can you autograph it too?

Do you want this gentleman's too?

General William Sherman. He's Atlanta's hero.

Do you know General Custer?

We are very proud to meet you.

My father said he fought valiantly against the Indians in the army.

His father is a very sensible man.

Thanks.

They love Peacock.

I can't understand.

I need God's help to understand your popularity.

The youngest general of the Civil War.

He fights valiantly but half of his men died in combat in the south.

- And he just came out without a wound. - He is reckless, impulsive and dramatic,

- Tireless... - Vain.

Ulysses, what is his opinion?

The eastern press will eat us alive.

The Department of Indigenous Affairs at the Ministry of the Interior has failed.

We cannot accept indigenous tribes as independent nations.

They will have to become citizens.

Individuals responsible before the law.

We want them to be collectively, not individually, responsible.

I fought in the Civil War.

It was long and bloody.

Do you want to repeat it?

Against Indians instead of rebels?

Yes, if in the end we get a nation, sir...

A winter campaign seems very expensive and dangerous to me, Phil.

The Indians believe they are safe in winter.

But they are vulnerable.

He has no pastures for his ponies, his food supplies are limited,

and their camps will be motionless.

Tell me what your plan is.

We will send three columns to the Washita Valley camps along the southern river.

I will lead a column east through southern Canada.

A second column will head south through the Antelope Hills to the Red River.

These two columns will be a kind of decoy for a third, much stronger one.

The 7th Cavalry.

Who will command the Seventh?

We want Custer.

Custer!

He was suspended from his post.

Put him on, Ulysses.

No, no, no. He will enter a sleeping camp with his men and cause a massacre.

I always considered him a man who wouldn't go back,

he didn't stop until he achieved what he set out to do.

Damn Custer!

The decision is yours.

The telegram arrived when we were having dinner with some friends.

It read: General G. A. Custer, Monroe, Michigan.

Generals Sherman, Sully, myself and almost all the officers of

the Regiment asked him to return.

I hope the request is positive. Can you return immediately?

Signed, General Phil Sheridan.

I'll miss your whistles.

They punished me and now I return an honourable man.

- I need victories. - Autie! The train doesn't wait for you!

You will be with me soon.

I will go when the Seventh has achieved victory.

FORT DODGE OCTOBER 1868

Outside!

Autie?

Autie!

He's here!

Custer is back! Damn luck!

- Have you been doing anything, Tom? - Even now, just before arriving.

- I improved my aim. - It wouldn't even hit a barn door.

Sheridan sent me here.

Glad to see you back, sir.

Sherman and Sheridan, both of them, asked me to come back.

they needed me.

The United States wants peace to be established.

They gave us land.

We can keep them as long as the buffalo occupy them.

When the buffaloes leave, we must abandon our way of life,

and go live like the white man.

Chief Red Cloud told us how the white people lived.

He told us to seek to retain the wisdom of our fathers.

They store food and forgot about hunger.

When your house is built and your pantry is full,

They look for a neighbour and take what he has.

It will be our land as long as the buffalo occupy it.

Before a year had passed, the white man broke his promise.

Friend, give me some help.

Orders from General Sully, sir.

Give me that!

- Is that all, sir? - Yes sir.

Rest.

Good! How is General Sully?

He has no right to direct my expedition!

What did Grant think when he gave him the 7th Cavalry?

I don't think it will last long now that you're back.

Because he has an innate leader capacity!

You shouldn't doubt it, little brother!

Do you want to become general?

I don't need it.

I won all the medals!

I heard he was arrested a couple of times.

It was for drinking!

You promised Vivien!

I will behave better now, with your return!

Who can I count on?

With Wier and James.

Cooke is delighted to have him come.

And I want to know if you've seen your beloved Diana in Monroe.

Are you still upset?

Benteen is not my friend.

He nicknamed us the "Custer Clan."

We are! Right?

- How are mum and dad? - Well, well.

Nevin is sick.

And Boston, Boston is all grown up...

He is a man now.

And Margaret?

It's beautiful.

General Custer.

Permission to enter, sir?

Come in.

Sirs...

The 7th Cavalry is a disgrace.

They are all exhausted and demoralised.

Our duty is to get you back in good condition.

Lieutenant Cooke!

I want three columns to go in search of Indian camps.

When, Lord?

Tonight.

Why don't you get that horse out of there?

For next week,

we all marched to Medicine Lodge Creek and will return here.

Maybe then we will be prepared for what awaits us.

Are these orders from General Sully, sir?

They will be.

- Captain Wier! - Yes sir!

You will collect all the horses and divide them according to their colour.

Each company will have horses of the same colour.

It will be something impressive. Napoleon did it.

Yes sir!

Cooke!

Can you play the song Garry Owen?

No, sir.

You will hear it tomorrow night.

Yes sir.

Attention, stand firm!

Right, up!

Head on, top!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8!

Those from there! Assemble!

Prepare weapons!

Load rifles!

Right shoulder, up!

Left, up!

Ready to dismantle!

Dismantle!

Move!

Quickly! What's going on?

Let's go!

Strap your horses tight!

- Do you need a brush? - Not for now.

Take it.

Come on guys, clean it all up! And grease it!

So, that's right!

Don't stop! Keep working!

You! Hit him harder, soldier!

Assemble!

They called my husband many things.

Brave soldier, severe leader, intimidating, reckless...

He was all of that.

His men were proud to follow him.

The 7th Cavalry wanted to have its own military record.

The regiment was entering unexplored territory.

FIELD SUPPLY WINTER 1868

I have your orders.

Do you want me to read them?

No one has ever read my orders, sir.

As you wish, I'm listening.

You may begin, General Grant.

Head south toward the Antelope Hills and then the Washita River,

the heart of hostile tribes.

Destroy their camp and capture their ponies.

Slaughter and hang all the warriors, capture the women and children.

Yes sir.

Winter of 1868.

The Cheyennes camped near the Washita River.

My God! It's a wonderful place.

Campaign of 1868.

Charge!

My husband wanted victory.

And he was prepared.

Our chief Pote-Negro placed the American flag on top of his tent.

The Commissioner of Indian Affairs said he would protect us.

Charge!

The sound of the bugle woke me up.

Grab that rope!

We caught them sleeping!

Take these prisoners!

When you vacate the tents, burn them!

A well-deserved victory, right soldier?

What are we going to do with Major Elliot, sir?

He left with fifteen men and nothing is known about him.

It is a shame.

We have Indians very close and I have to think about saving the injured.

Gather the troops, let's withdraw captain.

Have we abandoned Major Elliot?

Gather the troops!

Burn them!

It's done! Come on though guys!

Washita meant a huge victory for my husband.

51 tents were burned. 53 women and children captured.

103 Indian warriors died.

11 of our warriors died.

And we will remember their names.

The rest were women and children.

Let's go prisoners! Faster!

Don't stop! Follow! Follow!

It was always about the land.

The lands separated us!

The tents were burned.

Can I come in?

Between!

I think it's my duty to inform you that men are in a bad mood.

They believe he left the field without finding out Major Elliot's fate.

And that's what you believe too, captain?

Yes.

I won't be criticised by you.

I will not tolerate insubordination!

If any man dares to accuse me, I will whip him almost to death!

Yes you can withdraw!

This is a victory!

I don't have to justify my actions!

You have to justify them to me, sir.

We'll see you again, sir. Benteen.

Camp Supply was where many Cheyenne women and children were imprisoned.

Me-o-tzi was my cousin.

She was captured by soldiers.

She had a blonde daughter named Yellowbird.

She was Custer's daughter, my family history says.

I never saw the girl.

She died when she was one year old.

If that was true, then Custer was related to me. In a way.

Let's talk.

Custer came to our camp.

In the tent of the medicine man, Arrowguard, he was offered the pipe.

I come in peace.

I don't seek war.

The white man wants to live in peace with the Cheyennes.

We know he has white prisoners.

I wish the boss would give the women back.

I also hope that the Cheyennes return to their reservation.

I stay with the prisoners.

I'll stay with your men until the women are freed.

He says that if he breaks the peace with the Cheyennes, and persecutes them,

you and all your men will die.

I will remember my words.

I will not pursue the Cheyennes.

And so they reached an agreement.

Custer had three of our chiefs captive.

In exchange for your freedom, we would have

to hand over two white women the next day.

In those times, white women were told,

that it was better to commit suicide than to be captured by us.

Our warriors did not think the same.

I know so little about them.

I don't think we'll know much more.

Maybe it's for the best.

Not for me.

- I would like to know... - Autie you...

Tell me.

What do you think the world will be like?

We Europeans arrived here suddenly, with horses, weapons, caravans, we built

houses and laid railways across the land.

What did they think about us?

What was the world like before we were part of it?

Or... they don't even think about it at all.

Will they be able to?

What do they say about you?

I'm a blue-coat...

who speaks a strange language.

They say I'm very handsome.

I understand.

What do you think about them?

Are they pretty too?

Are their women beautiful to you?

You are the most beautiful woman in the world.

And I know a lot about the world.

After having left for Fort Dodge,

I moved to my father's house in Monroe.

He sat me, looking out the window.

Remembering that boy, who walked from one place to the other,

in front of my door,

wanting me obsessively.

I also still remember that boy,

recent graduate from West Point.

Always drunk.

Horribly drunk.

Who screamed his name in front of his door,

until my brothers dragged me away.

Shameful.

I never drank again.

No.

I mean the way he intended me.

I had to do it.

There was nothing I said,

I didn't try to do it, but...

But what?

Even if I'm wrong.

We set fire to the plains.

Of course we knew that the fire would not stop the white man.

But we set fire to the tall grass to contain the bluejackets,

in case they try to follow us.

Let's go! Ladies hurry up, come with us!

Untie us! Tell them they can go.

Tell them that when the Cheyennes return to the reservation,

they will finally be free men.

What did he say?

Who are already free.

Arrest them again!

On the march!

Let's go back to camp!

The white hostages were released.

But our bosses didn't come back.

The bluejackets killed them.

We head west.

We were now closer to our Lakota friends.

WASHINGTON, D.C. SUMMER 1870

Redcloud went to meet with President Ulysses S. Grant.

Redcloud was a peace chief.

He had been against the white man.

But now something had changed in him.

He had seen the cities, the machines,

and the amount of population.

and he understood that the white man was inevitable.

Welcome, Red Cloud of the Oglala Sioux Nation.

You came here to witness how our people live.

We want you to listen to our words,

and recognize the sincerity of our promises.

He wants? No?

Sit down, sit down.

I come from a place where the sun sets.

You sit on chairs.

I want to sit like I sit where the sun sets.

I have two mountains in the Dakotas.

I don't want roads there.

I ask you to remove Fort Fetterman.

Fort Fetterman will remain there.

As protection, for the Indians and also for white men.

I'm really not an aggressive expansionist.

Besides not believing it.

I believe in a reality of one nation for all.

Half a million of my men died just for a nation

Can Chief Redcloud control his warriors?

Keep the peace?

Who were the first voices heard in the lands?

It was just the voices of the red skinns.

Our nation,

melts like the snow on the hills when the sun warms.

While your people,

are like weeds in spring,

just before summer.

I tell you this very directly.

To survive is to win, boss Redcloud.

Nothing can stop us now.

They can only survive with us.

- Black Hills of Dakota - These are your lands.

What are these lines?

Limits.

Where the lands end.

They are lies.

What did you say?

Lies!

-...since dusk. - Come on, come on!

To your posts!

BLACK HILLS SUMMER 1874

The Americans invaded our sacred Black Hills.

I had gone to live with the Northern Cheyennes when their

reservation was in the Black Hills.

But the whites found gold there.

So the Indians had to leave.

They told the Cheyennes they could go to another reservation.

But few wanted to move.

They said it was useless.

and that the white man could also want that land.

The Army did not invade the Black Hills.

They entered to stop the migration of colonizers.

In the east, banks failed.

The stock market fell.

Agricultural prices spiked due to a locust plague.

About twenty percent of people working in cities were unemployed.

- Well played. There were more people than ever in prisons,

throughout the nation's history.

Homeless vagabonds roamed the fields.

The country needed to expand westward.

That was my buffalo, boys.

- What? - Brave man.

Shots, shots, shots.

Am I not brave for you?

I only appear... when I attack... an enemy?

When do I kill?

Tell me, Bloody Knife, why don't you stay here and live like a real Indian?

Is it over yet?

And that?

This is the time to live like a white man.

Progress.

On the march!

Crazy Horse said the following about the treaties he never signed.

One should never sell the land on which every living being walks.

The Indians lost hope...

of being able to live peacefully with the white man.

Grant found himself in a big dilemma.

WASHINGTON, D.C. FALL 1875

Colonists moving into the Black Hills demanded protection.

The movement was great, the migration was inevitable.

They don't want to give us the Black Hills.

They broke the treaty by attacking the colonists.

We are the invaders!

From our point of view, they started it, sir.

We must give them an ultimatum.

All Indians must register before January 31, 1876,

or else they will be considered hostile.

I was told that before the Great Battle,

Crazy Horse rode, to the funeral platform of his 3-year-old daughter.

She had died of cholera.

Another gift from the white man.

Crazy Horse stayed by his daughter's side for three days and three nights.

and when he had finished that time,

he painted his face with red lightning,

and white granite for her body.

And he tied a brown stone behind one of his ears.

It was what the warrior in his vision had told him to do.

Careful!

All Indians must report to their agencies before January 31st.

If they don't, if they don't come

forward, the Indian Affairs Commission...

will turn the problem of hostiles over to the War Department.

And then a campaign will begin to eliminate the hostiles,

and return them to the reservation under the jurisdiction of the United States.

And so we are being sons of bitches.

Military operations may begin when the War Department so decides,

action is necessary.

And throughout this winter, I guarantee it will be necessary.

Accordingly.

We have been killing Indians for many years.

Let's end this once and for all.

I want Custer to lead the expedition.

We need a Great Battle.

He will guarantee it.

DAKOTA TERRITORY WINTER 1875

The Indian people began to desire a separate America.

With the reservation system, I carried enormous sadness with me.

I remember it very well.

The men drank.

The women cried.

And the children went to school.

Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull resisted.

And many others too.

The number of hostiles increased.

I was a young girl that winter.

I had gone to Crazy Horse camp...

after my village was attacked and burned.

Crazy Horse took us with him.

We travelled north to meet with Sitting Bull.

The Tribal Nation became bigger and bigger...

as we moved from one side to the other,

and the grass was growing.

The Miniconjou.

The Hunkpapa.

The Sihasapa.

The Arapaho.

The Santees.

The Brules.

The Sans-arcs.

The white man had us all together.

We had moved to Fort Lincoln in Dakota territory.

In Washington.

The Grant administration had been marked by one scandal after another.

Secretary of War Belknap was fired over accusations...

of misconduct by appointment of the traders of the forts.

They called my husband to the capital to

appear at a hearing in a high treason case.

I hope Secretary Belknap in Washington pays you more attention than he does here.

When he visited us,

he left it planted at home,

and he went to be alone in the chicken coop.

I had reasons before and I have them now.

That day I had to play hostess and poor Tom the host.

Don't you think you owed him the honour of a military visit?

He is not an officer of ours, he is a liar and a thief.

Is that what you're going to declare?

In other words.

I have to go.

Be careful what you say.

I wouldn't like it if they didn't want to welcome us to Washington anymore.

Why would we ever be interested in going to live there?

I believe he is a man with a lot of talent,

that he could better serve his country.

I would like to be administrator of Indian affairs!

We should make this public!

First I want to gather the entire 7th Cavalry...

for a large expedition.

Then we'll see.

Goodbye.

Sir!

Tell me how women dress?

I will observe them in detail!

Don't you dare!

General, this is simply as you already know...

a Commission investigation into the activities of the Secretary of War...

William Belknap.

I understand.

In your words,

Why didn't you inform us about the situation in your area?

Since the appointment of fort merchants is the responsibility...

from the secretary of war?

The result of this has been an increase in the cost of living in...

in border areas and...

It has come out of the officers' pockets...

and his men.

Be more specific.

Good,

prices increased exorbitantly,

and we went...

forced to buy our supplies elsewhere.

It was then...

when the fort merchant...

wrote a letter to the secretary complaining...

that we had to buy from him.

And this request was sent by Secretary Belknap.

I had already talked about these problems...

with Mr. Belknap on one occasion and I was challenged and told...

You shouldn't believe everything they say!

In my opinion, Secretary Belknap got a cut of the profits...

of trade centres, in exchange for appointments.

What about the rumours that the president's own brother received money?

I also understand that Orville Grant made money from the situation.

Thank you general!

I would like to know one more thing, Congressman!

Yes?

Almost every agent at the Department of the Interior...

who deal with Indians, commit abuses on reservations.

An Indian may find rotten meat, altered

flour and spoiled coffee in his provisions.

These provisions...

they are not what Congress intended the Indians to receive.

In my opinion, the Department of Indian Affairs,

should be under the responsibility of the Army.

As it was before 1849.

Thank you general.

I saved your life...

after the war council!

I would never be part of this Army again, sir,

if I hadn't taken action.

And this is how you thank me?

The Congress call forced me to attend.

You did much more than show up!

How dare you question the Government's policy towards the Indians, colonel?

I ask you to forgive me, sir.

But this government does not have a policy towards the Indians.

And Indian reservations are a disgrace!

If I were Indian...

I preferred to live free and wild, rather than one of those who survive without pride.

And with alms.

So, sir, I would consider it...

hostile.

General Sherman, I was here two weeks.

And President Grant doesn't want to see me.

I asked your secretary to allow me to return to my regiment.

You have my permission!

And I ordered three companies of the Seventh to be sent to South Dakota.

Train and reorganise your men!

But I'm not sure if you'll be the one running the column.

I assume this is an order from President Grant.

The president is the Commander-in-Chief.

You will obey his orders.

And he won't say anything to the press.

You continue to be a soldier.

My husband introduced himself to his immediate superior,

to General Alfred Terry.

You will no longer direct the expedition.

Who will it be?

It will be me.

Why don't you sit down, Armstrong?

And the Seventh?

Major Reno will be in command of the 7th Cavalry.

Major Reno?

This man never fought against the Indians!

Armstrong, you won't even go.

It was left behind.

Does anyone know what's out there beyond cities and newspapers?

Does anyone know the differences between an Indian and a soldier as well as I do?

I could be Indian!

I know how to find them!

The President is crucifying me!

- Do something for me! -Armstrong!

I beg you! Like a soldier!

I need you to save me from the humiliation of seeing my regiment...

looking for an enemy without me... taking part in these dangers!

This is too much!

Some friends from the New York Herald.

Mr. Grant abused the power granted to him by the Presidency

by removing General Custer.

He assumed an autocracy from an American Caesar.

- It's politics, Ulysses. - They are crucifying me!

Reinstall it.

Again.

SUMMER OF 1876

Are you having fun, Major Reno?

I'd rather not dance than tie a scarf around my arm and dance like a woman, thank you.

However, he must be upset that command of the regiment was taken away from him.

And they gave it to Custer.

It's a great party!

It seems that this man has had an incredible succession of ups and downs.

Custer's luck!

He must have already realised that, Major...

that problems don't stay with him for long.

I believe he is already thinking about his new book.

On your next hit after... "My Lie On The Plains".

Are you referring to "My Life On The Plains"?

Oh yes!

It was a mistake.

Well, I suppose I've learned my lesson by now.

Major Reno,

Custer dedicated his career to getting every lesson wrong.

Armstrong...! Libby can we dance?

Reno has been watching him for some time now.

He was commander of the 7th Cavalry for only two weeks.

The post is mine!

You want to see me far away.

I suppose so.

And I think about going far away, I have the command again.

And we all win!

General...!

Yes?

For sure!

Sirs!

We will send three columns against the hostiles!

The Gibbon from the west.

General Crook from the south.

And ours from the east.

We were told that hundreds of Sioux and Cheyennes...

They abandoned the reserve and joined Touro-Sentado in this area.

- In Rosebud Valley? - These are difficult terrains.

Armstrong...!

Many of the Indians have repeating rifles that they bought from traders.

What worries me...

It's our ammunition.

I was told that these cartridges are made of soft copper and oxidize.

They block the "Springfield" cameras after three shots.

I know!

This is why officers carry their own carbines and brass cartridges paid for by them.

What does the Army plan to do on this matter?

Lord, there's no time to think about that now!

Boston already did it once, ask them.

It is impossible to cross that area on foot.

And to convince you, the next time we go, you will go.

- I won't ask you again. - if you don't believe it, ask Boston.

Of course we won't prove it and I don't think about interfering in your life...

to point out flaws to me. - I'm sure it's impossible.

Terry has no right to direct the expedition.

Why did they leave me aside?

You are the man they need most.

I haven't received a promotion in ten years!

There isn't enough meat to go around!

I have served in the Army for fifteen years...

and I don't even have food to feed my family!

My God!

We thank you for the food you put on the table and in the home you gave us.

We thank you for having the family here together.

Brother Boston,

our nephew, Autie Reed,

Lieutenant Cook,

and our dear Maggie.

Amen.

- Amen. - Amen.

Let's make a toast!

Yes!

To General Custer!

Who was and will be the leader of the 7th Cavalry!

For you!

For a short trip and a safe return!

- Cheers! - Cheers!

For a star...

or a coffin!

And I will be by your side!

- And me! - And me!

And me!

The time for the summer expedition had arrived.

Some were happy.

But the women's hearts felt broken.

It was a glorious and sad moment!

Goodbye, goodbye boys!

My husband was once again in command of the 7th Cavalry.

But General Terry held command of the expedition.

Let's go?

March! On the march!!

In front!

In front!

- Goodbye, goodbye! - Goodbye, see you soon!

- Goodbye, be very careful!

We camped the first night and the men were paid.

Some women had the privilege of watching the match the next day.

I was happy to be with my husband one more day.

Although I had a feeling, which I had never had before.

Who's on watch?

I'm the one on guard, Lord!

- Check the other post! - Yes, sir, I'll be right there!

Little-Barefoot.

And you. True?

Little Barefoot!

Terry believes that the Sioux...

are waiting for us.

Rosebud.

Close.

From Washington!

A gift.

To the best guide in the world.

I was a very young boss.

In the Civil War, the great war between the states,

I had eleven dead horses around me.

I killed my first man.

I hunted him like an animal!

it was difficult!

I took away his sword!

And it was written...

"Don't unsheathe me for no reason...

do not sheathe me without honour."

Any scars?

No scars.

When the Son of the Rising Star becomes a grandfather...

you will all go to Washington.

And I will make a big house for my friend Blood Knife.

The women and children will have plenty of food,

and they will not lack anything.

Custer... will never die.

Custer will live forever.

- No no! - Libby!

- My God! - I was dreaming.

A nightmare?

Yes!

An Indian was taking his scalp!

It was just a dream.

Yes!

and it will be the last.

I'm so sorry I don't have children...!

I wanted to have children so much!

There's still time.

Ready to assemble!

On the march!

Column! On the march!

Autie!

Autie!

Autie!

You have to come back!

She is a soldier's wife.

Wait for our return!

In the spring of 1876,

We were considered hostile.

Before, every spring we left the reserve to go hunting.

But this spring,

we fled the reservation, and were not going back.

Sitting Bull said:

"Come back to me"

Come to Rosebud and we will dance and sing and hunt together,

Some of us hadn't seen a buffalo in over a year.

Sitting Bull. Sitting Bull.

Her name struck terror in the white man's heart.

There was no one who hated white people more than him.

He had killed a Crow warrior with one blow at the age of 14.

It is said that there were 63 Crow casualties in that horrible summer.

I wasn't afraid.

He was wise.

Sitting Bull called for a dance for a sacrifice.

He pierced the flesh fifty times on each arm.

And he didn't eat or sleep for three days.

On the third day...

he had a vision.

The blue-coats fall...

in our field.

Just like many Lakotas...

that they would die.

Sergeant, here's someone else who said there was more...

Stop arguing!

General!

I think... it's Reno that will do the reconnaissance.

Terry sends Reno.

Don't worry, Reno wouldn't find Indians even on a reservation.

He'll have to go south, near Little Powder.

It will reach the intersection between Mizpah and Tongue, then head to Tongue and...

and will join us at Yellowstone.

Major Reno will be sent!

Congratulations.

I have to take your guide.

And also eight of his Indian scouts.

You will need it.

One day we will have to invade Mexico and make it ours.

And how could they explain such an action, generals?

They call it, "Manifest Destiny."

Manifest Destiny!

The inevitable right of those who can rule over those who cannot.

What will history think about our little presumption?

What do you think, Ulysses?

I think that nations are like individuals, they are responsible

for their transgressions.

During the Southern Revolt,

I had the impression that this was the beginning of the appeal "let us live in peace".

Hopefully, we are on the eve of a new harmony.

It's late.

You did this by disobeying my orders!

I'm sorry, sir, I thought we'd be able to find a trail.

I know what you thought!

He is well!

Major Reno crossing the Tongue River and disobeying his orders...

he discovered a trail that leads to Rosebud and crosses the Wolf Mountains!

The size of the trail confirms the Indian agents' report...

There are probably more than a thousand warriors with Sitting Bull...

Sorry, Major Reno!

If you had more experience in these lands you would know that they don't exist...

bigger liars than the Indian agents.

- My experience... - Silence!

At both!

Well, General Custer!

Your column will move down the river, to a position east of the Indians.

and then you will head west down the Little Big Horn Valley, always watching to

your left to be sure that the Indians...

do not escape to the east or south.

I will go with Colonel Gibbon along Yellowstone.

Towards the Big Horn and the Little Big Horn.

We will close the door to the north!

if we haven't already been discovered thanks to Mr. Reno.

- No Indian saw my troops! - How can you be so sure of that?

if you disobey orders again,

At least he could have rushed in as quickly as possible to inform us...

where are the Indians!

- I know perfectly well where they are! - Major Reno!

You go with General Custer in the morning.

And it will be under his command.

Thank you, that's all.

I want you to go explore upper Tullock Creek.

Do you want to take Gibbon's 2nd Cavalry and the "Gatling" machine guns?

The machine guns would only impede the march.

I don't want additional weapons.

I will take pack mules and only my soldiers.

Because the 7th Cavalry can resist everything that comes its way.

I will issue the order in the morning.

Don't be ambitious, Custer!

Wait for us.

I won't be!

The bugle will not be blown from now on!

Fifteen days of biscuits, coffee and sugar rations!

And twelve of bacon!

Each man will need one hundred carbine cartridges!

And twenty-five rounds of ammunition for the revolvers!

More fodder for the horses!

The sabres will be stored and left here!

Bring more salt!

Maybe they'll be lucky enough to keep a horse.

- Armstrong? - Sir!

I knew he would be awake.

- Can I? - Come in!

Turn off that light at once!

It's hot.

We are in June.

- Writing to Libby? - Yes sir.

Do you want me to send it for you?

I will send it in the morning, thank you.

We have to be in Philadelphia for the centennial celebration.

I hope...

that on the 4th of July we can give a gift to the country.

Armstrong.

Be prudent and do what you think is best without straying from the trail.

And whatever you decide, never abandon the wounded.

General!

Sir!

- General! - I am here!

Go ahead guys, download everything here!

THURSDAY 22 June 1876

It was incredibly hot in the badlands of Montana that summer.

In the third week of June,

the 7th Cavalry had already covered hundreds of miles.

A bridge over the lieutenant!

- Watch your language, soldier! - Yes sir.

In the last letter the general wrote to me he said:

I will now follow the trail, starting from the place where the scouts had returned.

I hope to get great results.

I'm heading straight up, through the Rosebud Valley.

The command of Colonel Gibbon and General Terry...

They headed through Big Horn as fast as they could.

We don't take any tents, nor do we want them.

I hope to obtain good results to tell you about in the next letter.

General!

In front!

- They passed by here! - Yes!

We hope to meet more than a thousand warriors.

Does anyone want to say something?

Suggestions?

The truth is, I feel we shouldn't have rejected the 2nd Cavalry's offer.

Let's regret not being here.

We couldn't include them in our march.

We are the 7th Cavalry.

We will look for the Indians until we find them.

With your loyalty and cooperation...

we can do it.

Thank you, gentlemen! Rest!

Don't you think the general is different?

In truth...

I had never seen him accept criticism like that.

Yes!

And that worries me.

SATURDAY 24 June

Let's go my beautiful!

You have to see this, general!

Let the men dismount!

Attention, regiment!

Dismantle!

What do you think?

It's not more than a few days.

I don't think they go very far.

The Sioux fight like bulls!

And white people run away like women!

How many Indians, Bloody-Knife?

Tell him!

We left our Rosebud campsite and headed to Little Big Horn.

More Indians had gathered than anyone had ever seen...

in any other location, before or after.

The path we took was wide and deep.

After the mountain! We will follow the trail!

Shall we go to Tullock Creek?

- No. - Autie, we have to contain them, not fight them!

Was that what you would do?

Yes!

Maybe you should be the general.

I don't need that, I won two medals of honour.

Autie!

You don't have to go after them alone.

Maybe I have.

We followed the trail!

General!

General!

The scouts returned.

They say the Indian trail crosses the divide.

- Are there several trails? - No.

Let the scouts go to the place they are talking about!

- Yes sir! - Let them try to find the camp,

We will follow them!

- Tomorrow? - Tonight!

Ten years on the plains had taught my husband...

to anticipate Indian movements.

To not let them disperse.

Following them closely.

And attacking at dawn.

SUNDAY 25 JUNE

Big! Big!

Lots of Lakota Sioux!

We will pass through them in one day.

When we encounter the hostiles,

the scouts will be free to leave.

They are not forced to fight.

There are also Sioux that are good.

I'm counting on them my friend.

where is the general?

Giovanni Martini, your assistant today!

The scout said it is possible to see the camp.

Sir, may I suggest that you give orders not to build fires?

If I can see our camp,

Indians can too.

Where are these hostiles?

On the western horizon.

Beyond the ledge is the Little Big Horn Valley.

The camp is there!

- I don't see him! - It's there, general!

Scouts said they saw a herd of ponies on the cliff.

They say they look like worms in grass.

I don't see it!

I don't see it!

Boys, here comes the general!

We rest today, and attack tomorrow, Tom!

Autie! Remember the box of ammunition I lost on the way?

Sergeant Curtis went back to look for her.

And he encountered several hostile Indians and...

we were discovered.

First Sergeant!

Gather!

Ring the officers' call!

Touch to gather!

Sitting Bull prayed for us that day.

Near our campsite at Little Big Horn.

It was a big camp.

The biggest I had ever seen in my life.

The village stretched four miles along the river.

I believe there were ten thousand Indians.

We only stayed one night at the camp.

And we would continue the next day.

As we were about to leave, Custer attacked us.

He must have been surprised!

Crazy Horse had defeated General Crook days before.

This victory gave courage to our warriors.

We were strong! We were ready!

We had to fight.

The sun was hot that day.

I believe there were no clouds.

And I know there was no wind.

Captain Benteen, come here!

How far are we from the freight train?

Three or four miles away.

Follow your battalion to the left at about forty-five degrees in an oblique line.

Knock down everything you find in front of you! Attack everything you find!

Wouldn't it be better to stick together?

If it's a big camp, as they say, it will need all the men.

You have your orders.

General, I'm not really aware of what you want.

- What part of the area do you want me to explore? - The Captain heard me, sweep the area!

Battalion, oblique left!

- Oblique! - Oblique!

In front!

Send a man back with additional orders!

Tell Captain Benteen that...

If you don't find anything you should go to the second line of cliffs.

You must also maintain at least one mounted officer...

leading five or six men before the detachment.

- Let's go! - Yes sir!

General!

The scouts found a funeral tent.

They say you can't go through there.

You'd better talk to them.

I told them to move forward and not stop!

They disobeyed me!

Stand aside and let the soldiers take over!

If any of you are a coward...

I will take away his weapons and I will convert him into a woman!

What did he say?

He says if you do the same thing to all the scared soldiers, it will take time.

General!

There go your Indians, general,

running like hell!

Go meet Major Reno!

Tell him the camp is close to us!

They must cross the river and proceed with some caution as quickly as possible.

- He will take all command! - Yes sir!

I'll round up the ponies.

go with the Rhine.

Friend, today...

I'm going home with you, along a path I don't know.

And so my husband divided his regiment.

Major Reno and his men were sent across the river.

Captain Benteen directed the reconnaissance to the Southwest.

Both failed him.

Company, loud!

Nothing!

The men and horses are exhausted and we found nothing!

My God, this is a waste of time!

If it is true that there are Indians in this valley, they are there.

Soldier, sound the bugle!

On the attack!

It was already midday.

No one thought a battle was coming.

A few women were taking down their tents,

We decided that day to leave down the valley.

Form skirmish line!

Form skirmish line!

Ready!

Point!

Fire!

It has already started!

Assistant, find Captain Benteen and tell him to come quickly! Big village.

Bring the ammunition, quickly!

Yes, General!

Quickly, retreat from the valley!

Everyone retreat from the valley!

Let's go to the other side of the camp to attack!

Well boys, let's get them!

Let's get this thing over with and go home!

On the attack!

Sitting Bull gathered the elders, women and children.

He shouted to his warriors saying:

Have courage! It's a good day to die!

The blue-coats attacked the Hunkpapa circle at the end of the camp.

About two miles from our Cheyenne camp.

We were all immersed in great excitement!

The warriors continued to leave... leaving!

Leaving!

I wanted to go too!

Fury was our best weapon that day!

General Custer was in the Civil War, at the head of eleven charges.

He rode across the plains and never retreated.

He never asked a soldier to do something he wouldn't do.

I wonder...

How was your ending?

My God!

This is not the end of camp!

It's the centre!

Up the hill! Back!

At the end of the village!

How many are there?

Where did so many come from?

What the hell is going on here?

Max, I said...!

Assemble!

Dismantle!

Dismantle!

Wallace! Let's get out of here!

All those who wish to escape, follow me!

Grab the stirrup!

Let's go!

Company, loud!

- Don't break ranks! - Company, loud!

Corporal Martini, assistant of the day!

Where's Custer?

Four miles further up!

And the hostiles?

What?

The hostile ones?

The hostiles!

The Indians!

They must be running away.

Well, the freight train is behind.

If you want us to go fast, how do we carry the ammunition?

If it's any use, I think it's best to wait for the shipment.

Skirmish line!

form skirmish line!

- Skirmish line! - Skirmish line!

Dismantle!

Recharge!

Fire!

Make fire!

Recharge!

Recharge!

make fire!

They are scaring the horses!

Shoot!

Shoot!

Cooke!

On the right!

Reinforce the right flank!

Dismantle!

Dismantle!

We have to resist!

Recharge!

Recharge!

There is no ammunition!

Let's go company! In front!

In front!

A group of soldiers were trapped on top of a hill.

But most of the warriors were downstream fighting in small groups.

Major Reno!

Come!

Company! Form a line!

- Major Reno! - Move the horses!

We await orders to advance!

We have injured!

Maintain our position!

Captain...

Allow us to go to where the gunfire is coming from, sir!

Permission denied!

It's a case of life and death, boys!

Live or die!

Dig trenches! Now!

Company, loud!

We have to go back! We have to go back!

Fire!

Come on guys, resist!

Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Autie!

Autie!

The first steamer that returned from Yellowstone...

I had brought my husband's letters.

I had to meet him for the 4th of July.

We were going to celebrate the first centennial of the United States

I recognized him immediately even though his hair was short and his face was dirty.

A Lakota warrior came to cut it down.

Cheyenne women interceded for Custer.

They said he was a relative, Me-O-Tzi's husband.

So they only cut off the tip of one finger.

The women pierced their ears with sewing awls.

They did this so you could hear better.

He had promised that he would never fight the Cheyennes again.

And we had promised him his death if he did.

He forgot his promise.

He didn't remember our words.

In his next life, he would listen better.

My people followed Crazy Horse.

First to the Big Horn Mountains.

Then we went down to the Powder River.

We were freezing.

We went hungry.

The white man continued to come.

Half turn!

The women of the Fort seemed to have known for several days.

We waited for news.

In one word.

It finally arrived.

On Sunday, June 25th,

from 1876.

General George Armstrong Custer,

and about... about 265 members of his regiment,

died in combat against hostile Indian tribes,

on the Little Big Horn River.

May we ask you Mrs. Custer,

who accompanies us and transmits it to the other wives?

Can I have my shawl, please?

I will be back in a moment.

We have to take care of our luggage to leave now.

We no longer belong to the Army!

Six months after the battle,

Crazy Horse and those who were with him,

they surrendered.

Crazy Horse was hostile.

He was dangerous.

Feared.

As a child he had a vision.

He saw a warrior galloping from the sun.

With lightning crossing his face.

He wasn't afraid of anything.

He felt destined to protect his people against the white man.

But in the end... he saw that he was going to die.

He was unable to defend himself,

when he was arrested he was killed by one of the soldiers.

Sitting Bull surrendered in 1881.

In 1890, some called for a ghost dance.

They said that through prayer the buffalo would return.

We danced so they could give us our lives back.

We dance, we dance...

and we danced!

On a cold morning at dawn,

Indian police killed Sitting Bull and his son.

And shortly afterwards, they massacred the rest who participated in the dance.

at a place called Wounded Knee.

And so...

the wars with the Plains Indians...

ended forever.