fulviadd’s Reviews > Winterkill > Status Update

"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."