His mother died when he was four. Father brought the children back to Indiana to live. That’s when the cross was torched in our family’s yard. So he took the children to Fort Smith to be raised by wife’s family. They told children their father had died. He died many years later and is buried near my grandparents. Never remarried. He wasn’t allowed to live on the reservation because he was white. What a horrible time that was.
my gr-uncle was made an honorary Sioux after he successfully defended a Sioux who got soused and killed a soldier at the fort. The gov’t had to bring him in from Upstate cuz no one out there would defend a ‘lyin stinkin drunken Indian’. :0
My gosh, what a horrible time in deed!