They were deadly, merciless killers, but they were also the last free Indians on the southern plains. When the last of them had been killed, or their freedom taken from them, their power broken, the plains around him would be a different place. It would be a safer place, of course, but a flavor would have been taken out of it—the flavor of wildness. Of course, it would be a blessing for the settlers, but the settlers weren’t the whole story—not quite.
