Driving through the plains of Montana is a surreal experience. This is one of the only places in America that I have been, that I have felt like nothing has changed in the past 100 years. Open fields span the horizon. Herds of Pronghorn Deer run to their hearts content, making a quick stop at a water hole before continuing on with their journey. I found myself wanting to absorb as much as I could from the area, so I downloaded some audio books about the Souix American Indians and let myself get lost as I drove. This is how I happened upon the Battlefield of Little Bighorn, one of the more gruesome slaughters of the Great Sioux War, and also the Sioux’s only victory.