I sat up. I picked up the shaman's bota bag, brown and leather and uncapped. The bag was empty, but I didn't remember drinking all the bawattsi. Whatever; that stuff tasted gross. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. I bit my tongue on accident. My teeth were big and sharp and had pro...
Red Clay came for a visit. I was so happy to see someone--anyone--from the reservation, I could have hugged her. I didn't, though. I had no way of knowing how she would react. She sat at the rickety folding table in the kitchen. Officer Hargrove gave her a cup of coffee, and the two of us sat...
Little Hawk, half peer and half parent; and when it came to his grandchildren, he took charge right away, acquiring their school records and accompanying them to doctors' appointments and, most importantly, making sure none of them tried to run away and live with the coyotes. I wish I could say ...