I’m in awe of those people who paint with words.
After reading the last page of One Thousand White Women by Jim Fergus, it was hard for me to snap back to reality. I just stared out my rain soaked windows, still walking the fine line between two worlds. My safe, warm, little comfy living room and May Dodd’s world with the Cheyenne tribe in 1875.
You are warned in the first sentence of the Author’s Note, the book is entirely a work of fiction. However, it is based on what might have happened if the US government had honored a Northern Cheyenne chief’s request in 1854 for a gift of one thousand white women as brides for his young warriors to help with the assimilation into the white man’s world.
I picked this book up on a whim and was immediately caught up in the story. Only stopping to load some more wood in the fireplace or to refresh my diet Dr. Pepper. Needless to say, there was no refashioning going on around here today until the book was finished.