|Curiosity Corner: Black Robe and Horse Creek Treaty|
|August 05, 2016 Gretchen Deter|
In the mid-1800s, as dawn dared to slither across the eastern horizon, the gray-brown morning hues washed across the plains, slowly splashing the sky with soft shadows of pink, violet and pale yellow. The sun was laboring to break into view, but the hazy dust and morning mist left a filmy blanket over a new day. The shadowy forms of hundreds of Indian lodges, still quiet, looked like pastel cones piercing through the ashes and dust of the huge ca...
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