Blue Like A River: In the place where the fight was.
A blue ribbon across the land, slow and thick, to where the conflict began.
Alice Corbin Henderson, the poet whose work often focused on Native Americans, said it. “In the place where the fight was, across the river…” she wrote, and I wonder how she knew.1
The Missouri River winds slow and thick through the rolling hills of western North Dakota. Cities and refineries and pastures can be found on its shores. Bridges go over it an…