And her name is part of it.

FINAL SECTION: WHERE THE GIRL SAVED HER BROTHER — AND WHAT WE OWE HER

There is a stretch of creek in southern Montana, in the country that the Northern Cheyenne have known since before the written record began, where the land rises and falls in the way of old battle terrain — where you can walk and feel, beneath the modern quiet, the ghost of a different kind of noise.

Rosebud Creek.

June 17, 1876.

In that place, on that day, a woman made a choice.

She saw her brother in danger.

She saw the ground between her and him full of soldiers with guns.

She saw the space she would have to cross.

And she crossed it anyway.