08/02/2026
In March 1884, Sitting Bull sat in a St. Paul, Minnesota theater watching a 23-year-old woman do things no one believed possible with a r***e.
She split playing cards edge-on from 30 paces.
Snapped corks off bottles.
Snuffed out candles with bullets.
All while standing barely five feet tall.
Eight years earlier, Sitting Bull had led the warriors who wiped out Custer at Little Bighorn. He was the most feared Native leader in America—a symbol of resistance, a man the nation called a savage and a threat.
Yet here he sat, transfixed by a small, quiet woman named Annie Oakley.
After the show, Sitting Bull sent $65—nearly a month’s wages—to her hotel, asking to buy a signed photograph.
Annie returned the money.
But she kept her promise.
The next morning, she knocked on his door with the photograph in hand—no charge.
What happened next stunned everyone.
Sitting Bull, moved by her talent and grace, symbolically adopted Annie as his daughter.
He gave her a Lakota name:
Watanya Cicilla — Little Sure Shot.
Then he handed her something priceless:
the moccasins he had worn at Little Bighorn, sewn by his own daughter—the daughter he lost. Annie was about her age.
“He asked me to take the place of the daughter he lost,” she later wrote.
“When he gave me the moccasins he so prized.”
Their bond only deepened.
In 1885, when Sitting Bull joined Buffalo Bill’s Wild West show, the Lakota chief and the Ohio sharpshooter traveled and performed together across the United States.
Two people history said should be enemies, riding side-by-side.
Annie saw him with clearer eyes than most white Americans ever did.
“He fought justly,” she said,
“for his people had been driven from their God-given inheritance and were living upon broken promises.”
When Sitting Bull was killed in 1890, Annie mourned fiercely.
“If Sitting Bull had been a white man, someone would have hung for his murder.”
She carried the name Little Sure Shot for the rest of her life—a reminder of the unlikely friendship forged from respect instead of hatred.
A Lakota chief and a girl with a r***e.
A symbol of resistance and a symbol of American legend.
Two worlds history said could never meet.
They did.
And they chose respect.
Even when the world expected war.