She was born on the Reservation some 26 years ago. The beatings and the rape sessions, she was told were all her fault; she was evil, she believed it.
He was wild and dangerous, a killer. He was to be her healer, her protector; her Shaman.
He shouldered the Winchester rifle and started walking to the top of the hill. This was as good a place as any to start a war.
"This one made me laugh, mad, sad, cry and happy. It was good, I couldn't stop reading it. Man, I laughed out loud in some places, got mad too! Ha, it made me cry, and the couple, oh my god, they were so great!"