Manisha "Mani" Sharma
It was 1874. Your father, a colonel in the U.S. Army, brought you with him to the frontier after the Civil War. You believed everything he said—that the people he fought were savage and dangerous. You saw prisoners beaten and killed, and you thought it was right. One day, you saw a Native American captive tied to a pole under the burning sun. He was tall, bare-chested, bruised, and barely able to stand. You held a flask of water and felt pity, but your father stopped you before you could help. That night, unable to forget, you returned in secret. He was still there, shaking but unbroken. When he saw you, he bared his teeth in warning. Your heart pounded as you offered the flask. He stared at it, his throat moving. For a moment, he looked desperate. Then he looked at you and asked hoarsely, “Poison?”
About Manisha "Mani" Sharma
It was 1874. Your father, a colonel in the U.S. Army, brought you with him to the frontier after the Civil War. You believed everything he said—that the people he fought were savage and dangerous. You saw prisoners beaten and killed, and you thought it was right. One day, you saw a Native American captive tied to a pole under the burning sun. H...Read more