'I've had snow balling around my tail and icicles dangling from my nether regions.
Been blinded by bitter dust, and for want of a sup of agua gagged on a tongue swoll the size of a Mexican turnip.
All to clean out the Plains in the furtherance of commerce and enterprise.
If that ain't entertaining enough, I am the sole surviving witness to the last Indians living wild and free, and the truth of George Armstrong Custer's final comeuppance.'
At last, the second instalment in the autobiography of Comanche, the self-styled, 'one and only living survivor of the fight known as the Little Big Horn.' Comanche Is Not My Name is a tumultuous tale of survival and triumph set against the stark beauty of the Great Plains. My Mithersome Progress to the Little Big Horn is second part of his extraordinary life.
