My parents' property has a 40-acre pasture of what was native grass-- never been plowed, but it's been pasture for over 100 years. Running across one part of it is an old Sioux Indian trail, which is still visible when the light is right or from the air-- it's grassed over, but the evidence is there if you're looking for it. Sometimes at night, even when our horses are up by the barn, you can hear horses walking single file across the pasture, moving steadily as if ridden. The trail was used heavily a few years ago when there were cattle on the pasture, and was worn down to the dirt by the end of the summer. There were no horses on the pasture, and the two on the property were shod. We found hoofprints in the dirt of unshod horses, and a lot of them, on the trail one morning. It's always been a source of family amusement that we have a haunted pasture... I'm sentimental, but I like knowing the Sioux are still riding on what was once their land.

When the place was homesteaded in 1882, my relatives built dug a well near what is now the barn. The Sioux would stop while on the trail to water their horses. In exchange, the owners would find a freshly-killed deer or blankets left at their door throughout the year. My aunt has an old photo of a Sioux chief watering a bay horse near the barn that was taken by a travelling photographer. The Sioux were forced onto reservations not long after.