When she was in her mid-seventies, in 1932, Pretty-shield told a white hunter and trapper, Frank B. Linderman, about the many changes she and her Crow people had seen since the 1860s.
“The happiest days of my life,” she said, “were spent following the buffalo herds over our beautiful country. Ahh, my heart fell down when I began to see dead buffalo scattered all over our beautiful country, killed and skinned, and left to rot by white men, many, many hundreds of buffalo.”
Yet she insisted, “I do not hate anybody, not even the white man. But he changed everything for us, did many bad deeds before we got used to him.”