Red Cloud

When I was a kid, my father used to take me on a hike each Sunday. We'd hike for hours, our feet covering miles of red clay through the sullen and dodgy backfields of the forgotten Dakota hills. Each hike was the same: two hours in we'd stop for a water break, continue for an hour, then crest a hill and survey the landscape. On the way back home, we always met Red Cloud at the same point on trail. We never spoke to him, nor he to us.

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