Father and I arrive at the Native American reservation. There is no one in sight. Sunlight filters through dusty windows of a closed gift shop. Dead grass leans against weathered houses. Peering inside a house, it is dark and empty, as if no one has lived there for years. I wonder where the people are… Distant waves crash against the shore as a totem pole disappears in the fog. Outside the elementary school, an American flag rustles quietly in the faint breeze . . .
the wounded warrior’s