Icons of the Land
Places of Worship on the Road to Iron Nation
The wind roared through at about 100 miles per hour that night in June 2015. In the Missouri River country of central South Dakota, it punched in the sides of grain bins as though they were pop cans and dragged power lines and poles into fields like a cat playing with knitting needles and yarn. It knocked boards off houses and churches and barns. So, a few days later, while visiting the grave of a Brulé Lakota leader named Iron Nation—one of the "peace chiefs" you will never read about i . . .