It was just past sundown of a crisp, fall day in 1890, when a United States soldier stationed at the Darlington agency near Wounded Knee reservation in South Dakota, knocked on the door of his commanding officer's quarters. He wanted to let him know that the Indians at the reservation had started up their ghost dance again. The drumming is something he never heard before, and he's worried that something strange is afoot, but the Corporal tells him not to worry, and sends him on his way.