We didn't take many big vacations when I was a kid. Instead, we usually spent long weekends visiting my grandparents in the dusty little towns of Duchesne (pronounced doo-SHANE) and Roosevelt in eastern Utah. There wasn't much to do out there unless you liked trout fishing, and luckily Grandpa Jay was always happy to go fishing. We'd show up with our poles and state fishing licenses but he'd insist we get permits for the Indian reservations because - I assume - the fishing was better there. Sometimes we'd meet some Indians from the Ute tribes, and they'd always stop and talk to Grandpa - he seemed to know everyone.
So when I was growing up, "Indians" weren't really the bad guys I saw in the old western movies. In fact, when you're a kid playing "cowboys & Indians" with your friends, it was usually more fun to be an Indian. And while I'd heard stories of "Indian fighters" like General Custer and Kit Carson, I never really understood why there was a need for "Indian fighters," or - more importantly - why they were treated like heroes in popular culture. Couldn't everyone just get along?
I received the book from Amazon Vine and after I posted my review I soon learned that when you wade into the tall grass of the Little Bighorn opinions run pretty strong. Apparently this is a part of history that is still avidly studied and hotly debated. Nonetheless, this is a good introduction to the subject - and a really good read, too!