But it was not Bear Paw.

It was not Fort Leavenworth.

It was not Indian Territory.

White Bird lived five more years in Canada, among the Lakota, in a country that was not his.

He had been a leader on the Salmon River, where he knew every canyon and every tributary and every good place to camp and fish.

He died in the Saskatchewan plains, far from any of that.

The forty miles had been crossed.