The Most DANGEROUS Native American Women — The Real Story Hollywood Refused to Tell

One woman knocked Custer off his horse. Another negotiated Geronimo’s surrender. A third was officially listed as a combatant, the only Native American woman held as a prisoner of war by the United States. Hollywood has never made a movie about any of them. These are 20 real documented women. And number 20? She fought the army for 30 years and was never captured in battle. Number one, June 1876, Battle of the Rosebud, Montana. General Crook’s soldiers open fire and a Cheyenne warrior falls from his horse wounded in the middle of the battlefield. No one can get to him. Then a woman spurs her horse and rides straight into the line of fire. Her name? Buffalo Calf Road Woman. She pulls her brother up behind her and gallops away under the bullets. To this day, the Cheyenne call that day where the girl saved her brother. Eight days later, she was at Little Bighorn fighting alongside her husband against the 7th Cavalry. And here’s the part almost nobody knows. In 2005, after more than 100 years of silence, Cheyenne elders revealed what oral tradition had preserved. It was her blow that knocked George Armstrong Custer off his horse. The woman who helped take down America’s most famous officer died in 1879 with no movie, no statue, and almost no record of her. Number two. At 24, Mo-chi watched her own mother get killed in the Sand Creek Massacre in 1864, and she only survived because she hid among the bodies.

What she did next is the part few people talk about. Instead of running away, she took up arms. For 11 years, she rode alongside her husband, Medicine Water, fighting as a Cheyenne warrior, and the US Army itself documented her attacks in official reports. In 1875, she was captured and sent to Fort Marion in Florida. And here’s the detail that changes everything. On her record, the army did not write warrior’s wife. It wrote combatant. With that, Mo-chi went down in history as the only Native American woman officially held as a prisoner of war by the United States. A rare acknowledgement coming from the very enemy she had fought for more than a decade. Number three, June 1876, Tashenamani, known as Moving Robe Woman, was gathering wild turnips near the Little Bighorn River when the gunfire started. Minutes later, the news came. Her younger brother, Deeds, had been killed by Custer’s soldiers. She did not hide away and cry. She tied back her braids, got on her horse, and headed for the front lines shouting for revenge. Warriors who were there said decades later that she rode ahead of the men. Rain in the Face, one of the most respected fighters, admitted that her courage put anyone who hesitated to shame. According to him, seeing a woman in battle made the warriors fight twice as hard. That day, the 7th Cavalry was wiped out. And among those who brought down Custer was a woman who, just hours earlier, had only wanted to gather roots to feed her family.

Number four, Pretty Nose, June 1876, Custer leads the 7th Cavalry straight into a trap at Little Bighorn, and among the warriors that day is a woman, Pretty Nose, of Arapaho and Cheyenne descent. Two years later, a photographer captures her face at Fort Keogh, and that image still exists today. Most people look at it and have no idea who they are seeing. Her own grandson, a Navy veteran, confirmed it. Among her people, Pretty Nose held the rank of war chief. And here’s the part that is hard to believe. She lived until 1952 and reached the age of 101. She spent her final years on the Wind River Reservation in Wyoming. The woman who faced the cavalry on horseback lived through two world wars and saw airplanes crossing the sky over the same planes where she once fought. Hollywood never touched this story, but the photo is still there proving it all. Number five, Ahiopsta. Picture a battle on the plains in 1869. Cheyenne’s against Shoshone’s. Dust, horses, shouting everywhere. And in the middle of it all, a woman. Ahiopsta, the yellow-haired woman, daughter of Chief Stands in Timber, charged forward with a spear in her hand. Cheyenne elders say, and ethnographers confirmed, that she took down a Shoshone warrior right there and took his scalp. Among the plains nations, counting coup was the ultimate proof of courage, reserved for men who faced the enemy up close. That night, in front of the council and the witnesses, she told the story of what she had done by the fire, following the same ritual as the warriors. No one challenged her. She met the toughest standard there was and became part of her people’s memory as a true warrior, and her name has been passed down through generations in Cheyenne accounts to this day. Number six, The Other Magpie. June 1876, Battle of the Rosebud. In the midst of hundreds of armed men, a Crow woman entered the fight carrying nothing but a wooden club. No rifle, no bow. What she did have was a score to settle. The Lakota had killed her brother. Witnesses said she charged forward spitting toward the enemy and shouting that it was her ammunition. When a Crow warrior fell from his horse and was surrounded, she rode straight into the gunfire, touched an armed Lakota with her club, the greatest act of courage among the Plains peoples, and the man was killed right afterward. She took his scalp. And here’s the detail. During the victory dance, she cut the scalp into pieces and handed them out among the warriors so more of them could share in the honor of the day. Of the few scalps the Crow took at Rosebud, one came from a woman who went to war with a stick.

Number seven. Picture a Crow war council around 1840. 300 chiefs gathered and ranked third in influence, a woman. Bia Owacheshe, the woman chief. She was not even born Crow. She was captured from the Gros Ventre at the age of 10. Her adoptive father, who had lost his sons, allowed her to train with a bow, horses, and a rifle. And she went even further. When the Blackfeet attacked the camp, she rode out alone, killed attackers, and came back without a scratch. After that, she led war parties, stole hundreds of horses, and married four wives, just as any chief would. The trader Edwin Denig, who knew her, wrote that she was a chief in the fullest sense of the word. In 1854, she tried to negotiate peace with the Gros Ventre, the people she was born into. They recognized her and killed her in an ambush. Number eight. There’s a waterfall in Glacier National Park, Montana, that thousands of tourists photograph every year without knowing it was named after a warrior. Pitamakan of the Blackfeet people lost her husband in a Crow attack, and instead of staying home to grieve, she did what only men did. She formed war parties and set out for revenge. Pikuni oral tradition records several expeditions under her command, capturing enemy horses and defending hunting territory. The tribal council gave her an honor name reserved for men, Running Eagle, and she led her warriors to the very end. She died in battle against the Flathead around 1878, weapon in hand and on the front lines. Today, Running Eagle Falls bears her name, and almost no one who stops there to take a picture has any idea who this woman was. Number nine. Colestah. In September 1858, the US Army was advancing through Washington territory to crush the resistance of the Plateau tribes. At the Battle of Four Lakes, Yakama Chief Kamiakin led his warriors against soldiers armed with long-range rifles, but someone was there who no one expected. Colestah, Kamiakin’s wife, a healer and seer. She refused to wait at camp. She got on her horse and rode into battle carrying a stone club. In the middle of the fight, a branch torn off by a cannon shot struck Kamiakin and knocked him from his horse. Colestah was the one who rode to him under fire, dragged him away from the soldiers, and treated his wounds with her own medicine. He survived. The army reports recorded the victory. The Yakama people recorded something else, the name of the woman who saved the chief.

Number 10, Hanging Cloud. Here’s something most history books never told you. In the 1800s, the Ojibwe nation had strict rules about who could be a warrior, and women weren’t on that list. Except for one. And the way she earned it will surprise you. Her name was Aazhawigiizhigokwe, Hanging Cloud. As a young woman, she watched her father get ambushed by a rival war party. Instead of running, she picked up a weapon and fought. What happened next had never happened before. The elders gave her full warrior status. Not a nickname. Not a courtesy. The real deal, war paint, war dances, and a seat among the fighting men. From then on, she went into battle and on hunts right alongside the men, and nobody questioned it. To this day, she stands as the only woman in Ojibwe history to earn that honor in full ceremony. Number 11, Goyan. Imagine losing your husband in an attack and finding out that none of the tribe’s warriors has the courage to go after the people responsible. That is what happened to this Apache woman whose name means she who looks ahead. She did not wait for anyone. She followed the Comanches trail alone for days, found their camp, and waited for the night of the victory dance. There was the chief dancing with her husband’s scalp hanging from his belt. Goyan approached him as if she were a dancer, gained his trust, and killed him right there. She returned home carrying his boots and scalp as proof. The story is still told today by the Mescalero and Chiricahua. Years later, she survived the Tres Castillos massacre and ended her life as a prisoner at Fort Sill, Oklahoma. No man in the group did what she did alone. Number 12, Dahteste. While the men were aiming rifles, the person who sat down to negotiate with the US Army was an Apache woman. Dahteste rode with Geronimo’s band as a scout and fighter, and she spoke fluent English, something rare at the time. That is why when the time came for the final surrender in 1886, both sides trusted her to carry messages between the Apache camp and the American officers. She did her part, and the war ended. And how did the government repay her? Prison. She spent eight years imprisoned in Florida and Alabama, caught tuberculosis and pneumonia, diseases that killed dozens of people around her, and survived both. Dahteste lived until 1955. In other words, she lived long enough to watch Hollywood turn the Old West into movies, tell Geronimo’s story a thousand times on screen, and never mention the name of the woman who helped bring that war to an end.

Number 13, in 1785 in Spanish California, a 24-year-old woman did what few men dared to do, stand up to an empire. Toypurina was a healer of the Tongva people, respected by villages throughout the region. When Mission San Gabriel expanded onto her people’s lands and banned their rituals, she helped unite six villages in a plan to attack the mission at night. But someone gave away the secret, and the soldiers were waiting. Arrested and brought before the colonial court, she did not bow her head. She looked the Spaniards in the eye and said, with every word recorded in the official record, “I hate the priests and all of you for living here in my homeland.” Her sentence was exile. She was banished forever from the place where she was born. 200 years later, Toypurina became a symbol of indigenous resistance in California, but her name remains more alive in university textbooks than in the public’s memory. Number 14, Nanyehi or Nancy Ward. In 1755, during the Battle of Taliwa, an 18-year-old Cherokee woman was doing something few people would imagine, chewing her husband’s rifle bullets to make them more deadly. When he fell beside her, no one expected what came next. She picked up the weapon, stood up, and led the Cherokee warriors to a victory that had seemed lost. Because of that, she was given the title of Giga, the beloved woman, something extremely rare. It gave her a seat on the nation’s council and the power to decide whether prisoners lived or died. But here’s the detail many people do not know. She spent the following decades negotiating face-to-face with the Americans trying to prevent wars that would destroy her people. A warrior in her youth, a diplomat later in life. A story Hollywood still has not told properly. Number 15, Weetamoo. Imagine a woman commanding 300 armed men in a war that nearly wiped the English colonies off the map. That happened in 1675. Weetamoo led the Pocasset people in the region that is now Massachusetts, and when King Philip’s War began, she chose to fight. She was not just a figurehead, she planned attacks, moved troops, and negotiated alliances like any general. The English themselves called her a queen. Mary Rowlandson, an English woman who was captured and worked in her household, later said that Weetamoo carried herself like royalty and expected to be treated that way. In August 1676, surrounded, she tried to cross a river to escape and drowned. The colonists cut off her head and hung it on a post in the village of Taunton. No one does that to just any enemy. They do it to the one who kept them up at night.

Number 16, Sarah Winnemucca. In June 1878, at the height of the Bannock War, a Paiute woman did what no army scout could. She wrote about 360 km in 3 days, crossing hostile territory between Idaho and Oregon to find the camp where her father, Chief Winnemucca, was being held. She went in undercover, got dozens of people out in the middle of the night, and still returned with information for General Oliver Howard. It is all in the army records where she served as an interpreter and scout. But the next chapter is even more impressive. In 1883, she published Life Among the Paiutes, the first autobiography by a Native American woman in the United States, and traveled across the country giving more than 300 lectures against the reservation system. She was received at the White House and spoke before Congress. In the field, the army trusted her. On paper, Washington learned to respect her. Number 17, Zitkala-Sa. In 1900, a Boston magazine published something the US government did not want anyone to read. A Sioux woman’s account of what happened inside Native American boarding schools.

Gertrude Simmons Bonnin, who wrote under the name Zitkala-Sa, Red Bird, had lived through it herself. Taken from South Dakota at the age of eight, she had her hair cut and was forbidden from speaking her language. Years later, she told the whole story in The Atlantic Monthly, and the Carlisle school responded with a campaign to destroy her reputation. It did not work. She co-wrote the country’s first Native American opera, founded the National Council of American Indians, and fought for native citizenship and voting rights until the end in 1938. She never held a weapon, but the system treated her like the most dangerous threat of all, someone who knew how to write the truth. Number 18, Susan LaFlesche Picotte. Here’s a story the history books forgot. In 1889, a woman from the Omaha Nation graduated from medical school at the top of her class at a time when women could not vote and female doctors were rare. Susan returned to the reservation in Nebraska and became the only doctor for 1,300 patients across an area of nearly 3,500 square kilometers. She made house calls on horseback in the middle of the night through snowstorms while the government delayed her pay and medical supplies. She stood up to Washington bureaucrats, took on those making money by selling alcohol on the reservation, and without a single federal dollar, built a hospital entirely through donations. She died in 1915, 9 years before Native Americans became US citizens by law, and the hospital remained standing. The system said someone like her could not exist. She did and left the proof in brick and mortar.

Number 19, imagine walking into a US government meeting and introducing yourself as Wilma Mankiller, literally killer of men. A lot of people laughed. She let them laugh. The last name came from an old Cherokee war title, Asgaya digeh, given to the warrior who protected the village. And Wilma proved she deserved to carry it. In 1985, she became the first woman to lead the Cherokee Nation as principal chief, responsible for around 140,000 citizens and a multi-million dollar budget. Then, she won two elections in a row. While in office, she brought running water, clinics, and schools to communities the rest of the country had forgotten. When someone asked about her name, she would smile and say, “I earned it.” The age of dangerous women did not end in the Old West. It just traded the horse for an office desk. Number 20, Lozen. Victorio, the feared Apache chief, had hundreds of warriors, but when he needed someone he could trust, he called on his sister. He would say before the council, “Lozen is my right hand, a shield for our people.” And it was no exaggeration. For 30 years, she fought the US Army, first alongside Victorio, then Geronimo. During a desperate escape, she crossed the Rio Grande under gunfire, guiding women and children to the other side. The military recorded her presence in battle several times and never managed to capture her in combat. She only surrendered in 1886 with the last free Apache group and died as a prisoner from tuberculosis in Alabama in 1889. No treaty bears her name. No movie tells her story. The most complete warrior of the Old West was erased with an efficiency no enemy ever had against her.