The one-phrase rundown: a true, and therefore predictably sad and poignant, story of a Cheyenne woman and her world.
I bought this for my soon-to-be girlfriend because I make a habit of giving interesting women books about other interesting women: mountain climbers, warriors, pilots, biologists and so on. Furthermore I was initially intrigued because I’d heard rumors, based on notions apparently put forth by some historians, that Calf could have struck the killing blow to Custer at the Little Bighorn (that could be considered kinda important). It’s well known that women warriors were not uncommon in various Nations, and Cheyenne oral history certainly seems to speak of Buffalo Calf Road as a courageous woman in battle.
Ultimately, though, this is not an academic investigation but historical fiction: it is the tale of Calf’s experiences during known events from 1864 (the Sand Creek massacre) to around 1880 (the establishment of the Northern Cheyenne reservation in Montana). Not being well-versed in these events, I can’t speculate as to how much or how little the authors embellished any given event or character. Obviously, no one can really know what anyone else was thinking in the 19th century. It does provide some historical context and references if one is inclined to find more information.
In the telling, it became repetitive because the reality was repetitive: attack by the US Cavalry, fight, retreat with survivors, hide, then get attacked again. Over and over. The story involved over 100 characters with various family and tribal relationships, which I found a little hard to keep track of after a while. But again that’s the reality of a relatively small, family-oriented society (hmm, I guess that says something about me).
Like Spielberg’s ‘Into the West’ TV series, Buffalo Calf Road was based on real events but doesn’t really provide new information: most of us are all too aware of the near-extermination of the various Nations of the Americas and the deprivations, brutalities and occasional nobility involved. It is a more personal, perhaps less dry, account occupying an interesting area of fiction between what we do know and what we never will.