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advised.
    â€œNo, he doesn’t. His new girlfriend is a widow. She’sgot a little boy, and Banes has suddenly become his hero. He’d love to work the school crossing.”
    â€œStill, you could find some unpleasant duty to assign him. Didn’t he say once that he hates being on traffic detail at ball games?”
    He brightened. “You know, he did say that.”
    â€œSee? An opportunity presents itself.” She frowned. “Why are we looking for ways to punish him this time?”
    â€œHe brought in a new book on the Little Bighorn Battle and showed me where it said Crazy Horse wasn’t in the fighting.”
    She gave him a droll look. “Oh, sure.”
    He grimaced. “Every so often, some writer who never saw a real Native American gets a bunch of hearsay evidence together and writes a book about how he’s the only one who knows the true story of some famous battle. This guy also said that Custer was nuts and had a hand in the post trader scandal where traders were cheating the Sioux and Cheyenne.”
    â€œNobody who reads extensively about Custer would believe he had a hand in something so dishonest,” she scoffed. “He went to court and testified against President Ulysses S. Grant’s own brother in that corruption trial, as I recall. Why would he take such a risk if he was personally involved in it?”
    â€œMy thoughts exactly,” he said, “and I told Banes so.”
    â€œWhat did Banes say to that?”
    â€œHe quoted the author’s extensive background in military history.”
    She gave him a suspicious look. “Yes? What sort of background?”
    â€œHe’s an expert in the Napoleonic Wars.”
    â€œGreat! What does that have to do with the campaign on the Greasy Grass?” she asked, which referred to the Lakota name for the battle.
    â€œNot a damned thing,” he muttered. “You can be brilliant in your own field of study, but it’s another thing to do your research from a standing start and come to all the wrong conclusions. Banes said the guy used period newspapers and magazines for part of his research.”
    â€œThe Lakota and Cheyenne, as I recall, didn’t write about current events,” she mused.
    He chuckled. “No, they didn’t have newspaper reporters back then. So it was all from the cavalry’s point of view, or that of politicians. History is the story of mankind written by the victors.”
    â€œTruly.”
    He smiled. “You’re pretty good on local history.”
    â€œThat’s because I’m related to people who helped make it.”
    â€œMe, too.” He cocked his head. “I ought to take you down to Hardin and walk the battlefield with you sometime,” he said.
    Her eyes lit up. “I’d love that.”
    â€œSo would I.”
    â€œThere’s a trading post,” she recalled.
    â€œThey have some beautiful things there.”
    â€œMade by local talent,” she agreed. She sighed. “I get so tired of so-called Native American art made in China. Nothing against the Chinese. I mean, they have aboriginal peoples, too. But if you’re going to sell things that are supposed to be made by tribes in this country, why import them?”
    â€œBeats me. Ask somebody better informed.”
    â€œYou’re a police chief,” she pointed out. “There isn’t supposed to be anybody better informed.”
    He grinned. “Thanks.”
    She curtsied.
    He frowned. “Don’t you own a dress?”
    â€œSure. It’s in my closet.” She pursed her lips. “I wore it to graduation.”
    â€œSpare me!”
    â€œI guess I could buy a new one.”
    â€œI guess you could. I mean, if we’re courting, it will look funny if you don’t wear a dress.”
    â€œWhy?”
    He blinked. “You going to get married in blue jeans?”
    â€œFor the last time, I am not going to marry