Chapter 22The winter of ‘85–‘86 was miserable for me…for us…even though the family was all together for the first time in ages. Save for Hannah who was only four miles distant. Of course, that four miles might as well have been four hundred during the white-out. Nonetheless, the comforting embrace of family made it easier to reconcile our losses: home, farm, and two faithful four-legged friends. I slowly came to understand they could all be restored over time…except Sapa and Todoh, of course. Still, I was not yet willing to make the effort required.
Raven joined the Reverend Jeremiah Berglund in my dreams. His beauty restored, the ghostly Cheyenne chided me for his death, dismissing his own deadly intent. I often woke in the dark of night, managing to sleep again only when Matthew wrapped
