I first heard about this book in an English class in high school, but even though I got a copy of it we never covered it, so I didn’t bother picking it up. I wonder what I would have thought about it if I had. Sharon Pollock is a really interesting Canadian playwright; she writes about events in Canadian history that are often skipped over or left unsaid, but she doesn’t write theatre that really really compels me. That being said, I found Walsh both moving and difficult. It’s a story about the North West Mounted Police Chief in Western Canada in the late 1800s who Sitting Bull came to when he and the rest of the Sioux in the United States fled north to avoid being wiped out by the Americans after Little Bighorn. It’s difficult because it plays with your morality, your sense of right and wrong, and whether justice even exists. It’s moving because it’s human. Walsh is every one of us. Every one.