The Red Cloud Agency was an Indian agency for the Oglala Lakota as well as the Northern Cheyenne and Arapaho, from 1871 to 1878. It was located at three different sites in Wyoming Territory (present-day Nebraska), before being moved to South Dakota. It was then renamed the Pine Ridge Reservation.
Read more about Red Cloud Agency: Red Cloud Agency No. 1 (1871-1873), Red Cloud Agency No. 2 (1873-1877), Red Cloud Agency No. 3 (1877-1878), Pine Ridge Agency, Indian Agents
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