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The Strong Hearted Woman

By Eric Niderost

“Whether fighting bears or men, Kaitchkona was as brave as any male warrior.”

At first glance, it may seem unusual to include a woman in the ranks of warriors and chiefs. For the vast majority of Indian tribes, the way of the warrior was strictly a male domain. But Kaitchkona, also known as “Toby” to the whites, was an individual who did not seem to conform to traditional grooves. In fact, she was a woman celebrated for martial deeds and acts of raw courage.

Kaitchkona is sometimes translated “The Strong Hearted Woman” or “The Little Woman Chief.”  The name is taken from the Modoc kitchkani laki shnawedsh, meaning “female sub-chief.” Since she never had an official position of leadership within her tribe, the name is a tribute to her honesty, integrity and, above all, her courage. Read more


Little Dog’s Heap Big Coup

By Wayne Darwin

“Little Dog’s most memorable coup did not really tickle the hearts of his Piegan tribesmen, but his succeeding daring exploits were sufficiently bloody to delight the savage warriors, and he became their chief…”

The sun was sinking behind the rolling Montana hills when the Indian came pounding into the Fort Benton compound with the news that Little Dog, Head Chief of the Piegan Nation, had been knifed by some of his own people. “Another drunken brawl,” muttered the new post surgeon. He grabbed his case and lit out up the trail with the Indian messenger and a breed interpreter. A short time later the surgeon pushed through a wailing throng in front of the aged chief’s teepee and moved to the buffalo pad where the dying Indian lay. One glance told him that the old warrior was in the last throes, a calm rational state which usually preceded the death rattle. Read more


Little Brother of the Wolves

By Norman B. Wiltsey

“… the Pawnees are riding against us. We do not fear the Pawnees alone, as we have defeated them in battle. But this time they have found powerful allies to help them. Together they number nearly three times our warriors. The trail ahead will be bloody; many of us here tonight will die in fighting”

The sun had dropped far down the sky and the shadows lay long across the valley floor when Little Wolf first saw the canyon. Alone, engrossed in stalking imaginary enemies, he had ventured far from the village. With wolfskin pulled over his head and shoulders and arrow fitted to his bow-string , he had surprised and dispatched innumerable foes with never a sound to betray his presence. Emerging silently as a ghost from heavy brush, he found himself directly opposite the canyon mouth looming up across the valley. Something white glimmered just outside the canyon entrance. Looking closer, Little Wolf perceived three animal skeletons lying there. The huge one could only be a buffalo; the others, much smaller, probably wolves.

Now here was a wonderful opportunity for a Crow brave to test his woodcraft by making a correct approach, judging astutely what had happened, and filing away the facts of the situation in his mind for future reference. Heart pounding fast, skillfully utilizing every shrub and clump of grass for cover, Little Wolf crossed the valley and crept up on the skeletons.  Read more


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