Kimi sat in the stinky jail cell waiting for Auntie Madge to return with lunch. She still didn’t know if Danny Hall was going to make it. What if he died? Until now, she’d been so sure the Blackfeet had to get the oil companies off the reservation any way possible since peaceful protests didn’t work.
What if he died? Maybe violence wasn’t the answer either. It would be one thing if it were a fair fight, if there were a chance good would triumph over evil. Somehow evil always had more weapons at its disposal. She remembered her grandmother saying, “There’s no good or evil, just powerful medicine. Some have it, some don’t.” Maybe her grandmother was right—there was no good or evil. But power didn’t come from medicine. It came from money. And, yeah, some had it, some didn’t.
Kimi picked the
