We passed Cheyenne River at half-past seven, and took wood a few miles above it.
The ghost dancers fled from their hiding places to the Cheyenne River reservation, leaving their families and dead behind them.
Soon after eleven, we were on our way again, keeping the Cheyenne River in sight.
At the time of her death she was in charge of an out-station on the Cheyenne River, forty miles from the central mission.
He belonged to the Cheyenne River Agency far to the east, and declined to live there.
Our direction was almost due west, a little south toward the Cheyenne River.
Toward night we found ourselves winding down among the hills to the Cheyenne River.