I grew up all over the West, in the 1950s. Like many of the other kids, I was always drawn to the story of the people my own ancestors displaced, made war upon and took as much of their dignity as possible in order to assimilate them. Even then, that there were still traditional Indians, anywhere, impressed me a great deal. That strength and power became a lifelong interest., eventually culminating in a family business in American Indian Arts -- including Northern Plains objects from Prairie Edge -- that lasted from 1985 until full retirement in 2015. Along the way, though we made many friends among the People, able to share jokes and laugh together, probably my own white liberal guilt kept me oddly, an arm's length away. The story of Wounded Knee, here retold as a spiritual healing process at the heart of a young man's road towards redemption, made a closer, more intimate connection with me than any of the historic accounts I'd read, including Dee Brown's stirring telling, Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee. Everything, until I turned the pages in Raven Shadow, remained safely insulated, away as history. However tragic, or however evil, it had always felt like something far enough in the past to feel protected from. 1890 always seemed like a "history date" until I read a few words in author Blevins' telling of the small, white general store and post office that stood near the creek in December of 1890. Suddenly, I could see that and I realized that this is not a distant past historic moment, but a living memory for the generations of the families that died there in the snow. My own grandfather was a young man then, trying to support his family farming on the Nebraska plains. The known story immediately changed for me. Win Blevins' words made it personal and I could feel the rage and anger flame up and begin to heat my own heart as I read. This is a very intimate tale of several ordeals. The characters are well-developed and the story drives on with momentum, to reach the pain of the known conclusion as well as the kindling of a new spirit of purpose. His liberal sprinkling of Lakota language throughout made it even more enjoyable for me. I recommend it very highly to anyone with a place in their hearts for truth and the interconnection of all the human family. All of our families have at one time or another been on either side of cruel conflicts. We all have a share in the evil done to to others different from ourselves and we all have a share in finding the path towards healing the wounds so we can re-join our common family. Maybe the People's dream did not die there after all.