Great Sioux War9 min read

The Greasy Grass

The day the Plains nations won everything, and lost it.

Little Bighorn · 1876

A vast encampment of hundreds of tipis spread along a river valley.

June 1876. The northern plains. The United States wants the Lakota and Cheyenne confined to reservations, off the lands they were promised — lands where gold has just been found. The people refuse, and gather in their thousands.

Plains leaders in a council, an elder speaking by firelight in a tipi.

In the great camp along the river they call the Greasy Grass, leaders gather: the war chief Crazy Horse, and the revered holy man Sitting Bull, who has seen a vision of soldiers falling into camp.

A cavalry officer in buckskin leading a blue-coated column across the plains.

Sent to drive them back is the 7th US Cavalry, led by the bold, glory-hungry Lieutenant Colonel George Armstrong Custer.

Scouts on a ridge pointing down at a hazy, sprawling encampment in the valley.

Custer finds the village — and badly misjudges it. He believes it small, and fears only one thing: that the people will scatter before he can attack.

The officer gesturing across a map of the valley to mounted subordinates.

Lt. Col. Custer

We strike before they can run. Reno crosses the river and hits the south end. I'll swing wide and take them from the other side.

Small separate cavalry columns riding apart across vast grassland.

He splits his regiment into pieces, scattering his strength across miles of broken country — against a foe whose true numbers he never grasped.

Cavalry retreating across a shallow river under fire as warriors pursue.

The attack on the south end stalls and is thrown back across the river with heavy loss. The warriors, far from scattering, turn and fight.

A small cavalry column on bluffs as a great wave of mounted warriors rises.

Custer and some two hundred men ride north along the bluffs — straight into the path of hundreds, then thousands, of mounted warriors led by Crazy Horse.

Dismounted soldiers in a shrinking ring on a bare hilltop, encircled by riders.

They never reach the village. Surrounded on the open ridges, Custer's command is cut off and overwhelmed.

A quiet, wind-blown hilltop at dusk in the aftermath of the battle.

Within perhaps an hour, every man with Custer — more than two hundred of them — is dead. It becomes known as Custer's Last Stand.

Warriors riding back toward their village at sunset, triumphant but watchful.

It was one of the greatest victories the Plains nations ever won. But it was also their last.

An empty winter plain where a great camp once stood, a few abandoned poles.

Outraged, the United States poured soldiers onto the plains. Within a few years the great encampments were gone, the people forced onto reservations, and a way of life brought to an end. The Greasy Grass was a triumph that could not be kept.

Sources

This story was adapted from the following. The illustrations are stylized depictions, not photographs of the events.

  • “Battle of the Little Bighorn”, Wikipedia

    Overview, leaders, and aftermath.

  • The Last Stand: Custer, Sitting Bull, and the Battle of the Little Bighorn, Nathaniel Philbrick (2010)

    Narrative history from multiple perspectives.

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