The Moon of Hard Winter (November) 1891
Turtle Crick Farm, South Dakota
He managed to function in the ordinary hours, reclaiming his farm and working the smithy. But his days no longer raised the grand lust for life they once evoked.
The appearance of moon glow inevitably conjured images of his Other Heart, the man taken from him in the hours between the death of 1890 and the birth of the new year. Specters from that recent past crowded his nocturnal dreams and gripped him so firmly he feared ghost sickness infected his mind.
The simple extinguishing of his lamp upon retiring opened his splintered brain to the past, to reliving great love and crippling loss. Visions of the m******e at Wounded Knee and the fight at Drexel Mission made real the gunfire and blood and slaughter. The stink
