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Chapters (34)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. FLATHEAD INDIAN RESERVATION
  4. Louise and Yellow Knife THE OLD MARRIAGE
  5. Charlie Kicking Woman THE BITE
  6. Jules Bart and Louise THE COWBOY
  7. Charlie Kicking Woman THE HARD TRUTHS
  8. Louise YEARS OF SUMMER
  9. Louise THE FALLING PLACE
  10. Officer Kicking Woman HERE
  11. Louise AT LONG LAST HOME
  12. Louise THE BURNING FIELDS
  13. Charlie Kicking Woman AFTER THE FIRE
  14. Baptiste and Louise THE POWER OF MARRIAGE
  15. Louise ROADS
  16. Charlie Kicking Woman POWWOW
  17. Louise BLIND SPOT
  18. Charlie Kicking Woman CHASING THE DREAM
  19. Louise HEADING HOME
  20. Charlie Kicking Woman THE STILL RIVER PLACE
  21. Louise THE LONG LENGTH OF DAY
  22. Charlie Kicking Woman DUTIES
  23. Louise DEAD SIGHT
  24. Charlie Kicking Woman RESERVATION DEATH
  25. Louise THE LONG HUNGER
  26. Charlie Kicking Woman TROUBLE
  27. Louise OLD GHOSTS
  28. Charlie Kicking Woman SEEING
  29. Louise GOING HOME
  30. Charlie Kicking Woman BAD ROADS MILEPOST MARKER 104
  31. Baptiste Yellow Knife GIFTS
  32. Louise Yellow Knife RETURNING
  33. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  34. About the Author

Harvey Stoner leaned on the table and winked at Louise. “What do you know?” he said. He seemed to be teasing her, but when Louise looked over at Jules he was waiting on her answer as if she had something important to say. They were both waiting on her answer. Jules poured her another belt and she shot it down. He poured a tall drink for himself and gulped it down fast. Then he had another. His drinking seemed desperate to her. She could see the lazy loll of his eyes. Her eyelids felt puffy, swollen in the barroom heat. She saw the smoke haze of the women’s cigarettes. They were crossing their legs now. They were smiling too much.

“Nothing,” she said. “I don’t know.”

She slipped out of her coat to wake herself. The door opened and two men came in, carrying guitars. They turned off the jukebox and headed for a small, lit area. Louise looked at the door and then she saw the back of a man’s head. He was a tall Indian man, lean and strong. His hair was thick and black and stiff. He was wearing only a thin white shirt, a pair of moccasins. His pants looked stiff and dirty. She felt the heat of the drinks in her chest. The room was moving a little faster than her head. She looked at this man but he stood at the bar and bent his head down over his drink. She knew he wasn’t Baptiste and yet she had a strange, shaking feeling in her shoulders that if she took her eyes off of him he would disappear. Harvey Stoner saw him too. “What do you hear from your husband?” he said. He had never asked her about Baptiste before. He drew hard on his cigarette and smiled at her but his eyes remained fixed. Jules Bart lifted his head, listening. “I don’t hear much,” she said. Jules shifted back in his chair and tipped back another drink. “And you’re not going to hear nothing,” he said. She saw the quick shift of Harvey’s eyes to Jules. She could see Harvey pressing his knee into Jules Bart’s thigh. Jules pulled away from him with a start. Harvey had been caught. Louise tried to read their gesture but Harvey Stoner stood up. “Time to go,” he said.