A Man Called Horse by Dorothy M. Johnson

He went home three years later. He explained no more than to say, “I lived with the Crows for a while. It was some time before I could leave. They called me Horse.”

He did not find it necessary either to apologize or to boast, because he was equal to any man on earth.

An absolutely superlative story. It is fine narrative fiction but any one also familiar with Sebastian Junger’s non-fiction premise propounded in his book Tribe will find extensive food for thought here.

Some stories are stories, and some are fingers gesturing to insight; this is one of the latter.