He looked around in a daze. He was in a room with sunlight streaking in the windows, and outside the window in the distance were snowcapped peaks. A nurse walked into the room carrying a basin of water. “So, I see, Mr. Strongheart,” she said, nonplussed, “I see you have decided to come back to the land of the living and refrain from such shenanigans as ancestral walks.” He was in a total fog. Joshua said, “Where am I? What happened?” The nurse said, “I am not sure except that you were almost killed by an enormous brute of a grizzly bear, which you killed. You were brought here on a train, closer to St. Peter than the gates outside the Union Pacific Hospital.” Strongheart shook his head and tried to make sense of what was happening. “Union Pacific Hospital? Where?” She replied, “Denver, Colorado, sir.
