The Bozeman Trail War — Part V — One Hundred In The Hands

  The winkte rode his sorrel horse about frantically, zig-zagging among the hills near Peno Creek a few miles north of Fort Phil Kearny. The effeminate man — a “two-souled person” — blew on an eagle bone whistle, his head covered in a black cloth. The man/woman was seeking a vision that would guide the war … Continue reading The Bozeman Trail War — Part V — One Hundred In The Hands