My undying appreciation first to Joanie, Marti, and Casson, my loyal beta readers. Without your encouragement, this book would never have been anything but a file on my computer. The support of my special group of “flat tire friends” and others as this process has moved from dream to reality has been incredible. Thanks to Len and Sandy of Bold Strokes Books for taking a chance even after hearing the worst pitch in the history of pitches, and a special thanks to Ruth, possibly the world’s most patient editor.
On a serious note, this story began with the intention of honoring two groups that I greatly admire: those who have served and are serving in the armed forces, especially those trailblazing women, and the long-suffering members of Native American communities. While I have tried to do my research, I do not claim to be an expert on either and sincerely apologize in advance for any offense I may have given. Even though this is a work of fiction, in both cases, an honest effort was made to remain respectful and not break any taboos. Any errors are entirely mine, but I would like to acknowledge the dedication of Mr. Jack Luskin of the Ft. Des Moines Museum and Education Center and the invaluable assistance of Ms. Renee Woodruff, who came on board as my consultant on Lakota language and customs after my early missteps but hopefully in time to save me from additional ones—philámayaye, mitȟámaške.