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When the whole world hurts, you bite it, don’t you?
“We’re from where we’re from,” she says back. “Scars are part of the deal, aren’t they?”
It’s another thing the herd’s always known: never stay in one place. Keep moving, always moving.
The only good Indian is a dead Indian.
An elk mother will use her hooves when she can, but she’ll bite if she needs to.
“Ponokaotokaanaakii,” you say down to him. Elk Head Woman.
It’s not the end of the trail, the headlines will all say, it never was the end of the trail. It’s the beginning.
