Gwen and I have been “sharing company” for a while now. Fine… It’s been a really long time. Not important. What’s relevant is that among the hundreds (maybe thousands?) of repeated stories that any long-term couple is subjected to, there’s one Gwen (and her family) tells that has always stuck out. It’s notable primarily because it’s been so consistent – over the years, across generations, and from one teller to the next. Not to mention it’s a pretty decent story.
So when we found ourselves in South Dakota one day, walking around the Badlands, which happens to be the setting for this particular tale, I asked her to tell it again. And for good measure we got her mom to weigh in as well. That’s her disembodied voice you’re hearing. Thanks Jude, you’re a champ. This, by the way, is an abbreviated version. Next time you see Gwen feel free to ask her about her special connection to “Last of the Mohicans”.
ps… that’s not an eagle. it’s a vulture. oh well.
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