I have not read this entire thread, so forgive any repetition.
Some ramblings, perhaps interesting.....
In my past, I was a bibliophile. In the 80's, I was a dealer of mild noteriety in rare/out of print sporting books. I became very enthralled in Custer's Last Fight. At that time- the 80's it was widely stated that only one other battle in history had more books written specifically about it than the Little big Horn- Waterloo.
Regrettably, most of my library is currently in storage. I still have my Little Big Horn collection, which included every book to that date about the battle. One of those books is an 1876 Congressional Record, with the brief report on the battle, and a foldout map of the battlefield marked with the original burials.
Find the books by Marquis. He was a doctor on the rez, and interviewed MANY of the Sioux participants.
My opinions-
The troopers were not outgunned. That is a common myth, perpetuated in part to remove and alleviate the shock and panic induced by the news that the greatest army on earth had just suffered the worst defeat against Indians in its entire history, and the news reached the east during the CENTENNIAL celebration on July 4th!!! The US was a HUNDRED years old, and just got WHUPPED by the stone age!
Sure, they may have had the odd Winchester here or there, but, actually, the best weapons they had were a few Trapdoors and Colts taken on the Rosebud the month before.
If you read the Indians' accounts, they figured out very quickly they did not have to die that day. They walked or crawled up the gullies, and fired volleys of arrows at high arcs. Pull out your copy of "Gladiator" or "Braveheart" and see how that works. Remember, the troopers did not have shields to make a "Turtle", and their horses were mostly dead on the ground, so they could not get under them. BTW- WHAT must go through a CAVALRY trooper's mind when the order comes to shoot your horse for cover? I bet it is something like "This ain't goin good at all...."
There is some good evidence that perhaps more than a dozen troopers from the Grays committed mass suicide when that troop became somewhat isolated from the main force.
The Indians Marquis interviewed said the battle on Custer Hill lasted "about the time it takes a man to eat his dinner".
Reno's performance is very puzzling. He had a valiant record from the Civil War (sic). The man had no less than FIVE horses shot out from under him. It is well known he despised Custer. Custer had him make the initial assult across the creek, PROMISING to "support him". That assault was halted by a gully, and the fiasco of Reno's actions began.
Benteen was the hero of the day. Period
Custer was a narcissist, it is true. He was surrounded by a corps of sycophants his entire career.
He was much favored by fate and circumstance in the civil war. However, his bravado and bravery cannot be discounted during that war. The fact that he was in the right place at the right time, on several notable occasions, combined with the guts to "jump in, and devil take the hindmost" attitude, obtained him much glory, and instilled a sense of "destiny" in him.
His Crow scouts tried to tell him it was a "big village" because they were seeing the largest pony herd they had ever seen. Custer, even with a spyglass, could not get a grasp of how large it was. All of the village was NOT visible from his initial position. I do believe his intent was to let Reno take whatever losses he would sustain while he maneuvered for the best position to attack from.
The Crow scouts, almost to a man, chose to slip away, and live another day.......
Utter Trivia-
I grew up in Atlanta. In my neighborhood was Benteen elementary school. It was my understanding that Col Benteen had donated the land for the school. I remember an old man tottering around the neighborhood on a cain, wearing a campaign hat, that my Dad addressed as "Capt. Benteen". He was the son of the Col that served under Custer. My Dad bought the land our house was on from Capt. Benteen. I don't remember seeing him but a very few times in my very early years, and my Dad telling me he was "a soldier". I remember he and my Dad speaking once, and I was chided to "be quiet, and listen to this gentleman". He died when I was rather young. I have better memories of a rather crotchety old lady that lived two blocks away when riding my bike. She would often yell at us if we rode too close to her "bushes". Her name was Anita Benteen Mitchell, the daughter of the Capt. Before her name became Mitchell, her future husband, a rather well known Atlanta attorney, had handled the sale of the land to my Dad. His name was Stephens Mitchell. He had a sister named Margaret that wrote some book about the Wind.....