Sher watched his face. When he acquiesced, as he always did, Sher remained watchful, but not fearful. The girls had nowhere to go.
“Sure.” Jacob smiled at the girls. “Sure thing. We’ll eat like kings.” He ran his fingers through his wild hair. “Or queens.” He laughed, knowing the girls would think he was referring to them and not himself.
White Earth Reservation, 1891
White Earth Reservation, 1891On April 3, 1891, the girls’ maternal great-great-grandparents, who only spoke Indian, and whose family had been relocated to White Earth from the Rabbit Band of the Ojibwe reservation where the mining towns of Cuyuna, Crosby, and Riverton sprang up after the Indians were cleared out, lost their forty acres on White Earth when a smiling Office of Indian Affairs agent pointed at two jugs of whis
