Her grief was real.

Her decision to ride into the battle was real.

Her story matters because it is true — because it actually happened, to a real woman, on a real day in June 1876, on the banks of a river that the Lakota called the Greasy Grass.

And it matters because for a century, the dominant telling of that day made no room for her.

Making room for her now is not a distortion of history.