The Mystery Of Crazy Horse’s Final Resting Place — And The Search For The Lost Burial Site
Somewhere in the rolling country between the Nebraska pine hills and the South Dakota badlands, the land holds what the family placed in it.
The grass grows over it in spring.
The snow covers it in winter.
The creeks run near it in wet years and dry in drought years.
The sun moves over it in the same arc it has moved over everything else since September 1877, which is nearly 150 years, which is a long time by human measure and not very long at all by the measure of the land.
The land does not announce what it holds.
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