Chapter 14
What was once endless farmland now seemed to be optimal hunting grounds. Every few miles, they saw an Oceti Šakowiŋ man galloping on horseback, usually with a long rifle in hand and a feather or two in his hair. It was surreal. If not for blue jeans and modern tech, Dakota felt transformed into another time. He wished he could try the ride, just once, to know what it felt like. The level of freedom, the adrenaline. Though he knew his body probably couldn’t handle it, he found himself daydreaming about the experience.
As they drew closer to the city, the trio noticed that many of the riders had dogs with them, running alongside the horses. Closer inspection revealed a stunning sight: they were dirt dogs, the mutated wolf-like strays that used to torment the citizens of New Some
