"Custer was in no mood to hear dire predictions. 'You do the scouting, and I will attend to the fighting,' he said.
"The Crow began to strip off his clothes and paint his face. Custer asked what he was doing.
"'Because you and I are going home today, and by a trail that is strange to us both,' said Half Yellow Face."
James Donovan, A terrible glory: Custer and the Little Bighorn—the last great battle of the American West (New York: Little, Brown and Company, 2008), 212. Half Yellow Face was among the very few who came to grips with the sheer size of the Indian encampment in time.
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