This story was originally written in 2004 when I was assembling material for Midnight Sweatlodge. I had planned on including it in the collection, but after considering some of the themes I wanted to focus on, I didnʼt think it fit and decided to put it back on the shelf. I revisited and rewrote this story late last year in order to share it with people who have read my book and are interested in other stories from the rez. Chi-miigwetch for your ongoing interest and support.
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