Here’s a snippet:
Dina takes me down to the river, to a place behind her house on the reservation. “I want to show you my secret spot,” she says. “C’mon.”
The Big Sioux River smells like piss some days, or a wasting body. In my second summer working for the tribe, I have come to know the river’s disease…
It’s the best thing I’ve read in a long time. And, no, I’m not just saying that because Madeline’s desk is six feet away.
Otherwise you’ll have to find a hard copy, or else wait three months, at which point I believe that archived content becomes available for free on HCN‘s website.