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Final film of Suzan Ball. NOTE: Her right leg had been amputated five months before filming began in June 1954, and she was now moving with the aid of an artificial limb. She died a few months after the film was released, age 21. Any scenes requiring more than taking a few careful steps were accomplished by the use of a double, photographed from the rear.
Jeff Chandler was originally intended for the title role.
"Chief Crazy Horse: How many times must the white man break his word? How short are your memories that you can again accept their promises? Has Olm Man Afraid forgotten the peace talks on the Shell River? Has Sitting Bull forgotten the peace talks at Blue Water? Has Dull Knife forgotten the peace talks at Sand Creek? And Red Cloud, has he forgotten our people who came to this fort before us, who have grown sick and old before their time? No, our nation will not be divided as it was at Shell River, at Blue Water and at Sand Creek. I would like to ask my friend, Twist, a question. Why is today's promises any different from those of yesterday? Major Twist: All I know is the Commissioner wants this fighting stopped. Chief Crazy Horse: He's put his name to the paper too many times before. Major Twist: Always as a friend of the Lakota. Chief Crazy Horse: Then the Lakotas prefer its enemies! I set my face against this treaty. This is our country... the sacred land of our fathers. I will fight for it... and I will die for it!"
"Gen. Crook: Why hunt buffalo? We're giving your people what they need. Chief Crazy Horse: But with my people, the buffalo hunt isn't the same as that with white. We don't hang the buffalo's head on a pole in the lodge and boast of our hunting skill. By eating his flesh, our flesh becomes strong. His skin makes our clothing, his bones our arrows, his hair makes the ropes for our horses. Even the covering on our feet comes from him. The buffalo is truly our friend... sent to give us life. Take this hunt from us and we are no longer Lakotas. We're no longer men. We're nameless and dead."
