Say the name.

Remember it.

This was her world, this was her life, this was her achievement.

History almost lost her.

It can find her now.

Her story ends at Fort Union in 1854 and begins again every time someone reads it honestly and remembers what it proves: that human capability exceeds every category we build to contain it, that societies have always had more flexibility than their formal rules suggest, and that the remarkable people the historical record overlooked were no less remarkable for being overlooked.

Bíawacheeitchish.

Third-highest chief in a band of 160 lodges.

Woman Chief of the Crow.

Her name is a fact.

Her achievement is documented.

Her community remembered her.

The rest of the world can too.