Red Bird Black, now living in Concho, Oklahoma, was a boy of fourteen when the Washita fight took place. He remembers vividly the terrific cold and how the Indians, rudely awakened, ran naked except for their breechcloths into the ice-covered stream. Some of them were cut by the razor edges of the broken ice until the water ran red with their blood. Children were trampled under the hoofs of the charging horses. A few brave Cheyenne men behind the riverbank, fought and fought ,until all were dead, in heroic self-sacrifice, so their families might get away.
1) Richard G. Hardorff, Washita Memories pg. 338.