Heading south out of Montana in Billy's worn-out 1947 Ford pickup truck, it was in Wyoming where they came upon ''Indian." He was standing alongside the road lost and in a daze. Skinny from not eating, his clothes were matted with weeds from sleeping on the open prairie. He didn't know who or where he was, but they gave him a ride, anyway. They couldn't leave him, even though they thought he was crazy, he needed help, something to eat, a bath, and clean clothes.
The three men and Kate were headed south. They wanted to get someplace warm for the winter, but they decided instead to help Indian by finding his family and home. They knew they could do nothing for him, not as lost in his mind as he was. Indian looked Lakota to Jack, who was half Cherokee, half Apache, and half Irish, by his reckoning. Jack knew there were Sioux reservations in North and South Dakota, not far from where they were in Wyoming. They could go through the Black Hills on their way there, he proposed, it was a special place he'd always wanted to visit. If they couldn't find his family elsewhere, Jack considered, maybe Indian would reclaim his sanity there.
As it turned out, Indian wasn't crazy, and the Black Hills were the sacred land of his Lakota people, where he needed to be, along with these four who had found him.
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