I have read many books concerning the plight and lives of the Native Amercans in particular my focus has and is the Lakota and the tribes/families that are Lakota.
I have found this book to be a most enlightening portrayal of a leader who was extremely wary of the invaders, so much so that it is said he allowed no photograph to be taken of him, and when he was killed, his body was taken to a secret burial place to be remembered and honoured by the ancestors of those who buried him, Tasunke Witko.
Whilst no amount of writing will ever put right the wrongs that took place during the four hundred year invasion of what is now America, perhaps some lessons can be learnt from books such as this.
A great deal of this book has been taken from memories handed down orally, which was the way of the Lakota and of all the other tribes, those that survive and those that were wiped out forever, of 'America'; a way that was dismissed as unimportant by the invaders. However, it comes across as being an authentic insight.
This is a book offering a valuable description of a way of life now lost to our world perhaps forever, a way that we should respect and mourn for the loss of something that can never be replaced.