Status Updates From Winterkill

"One by one, the dreamers came out of the shallow rifle pits like ghosts rising from the ground. Their long, dark braids were shagged with eyes, and their blankets were stiff with frozen snow. Behind them, the women sang the death chant for the warriors - Ollokot, Looking Glass, Poker Joe - the old people, and the children; all the Nez Perce that lay frozen under the elk robes."

"Danny stirred the fire and watched the sparks rise into the night sky. He remembered how his father had looked docking the sheep with Sammy. Away from the campfire, both men had seemed like dark shadows."

"What are you going to be when you grow up?"
"Older", Danny said.