After a night in Mission and some ringing around we’ve managed to find Sylvan.“Many winters have passed since we last met” he says on the phone when Richard speaks to him. He and Richard used to run together, and sobered up together.
Sylvan lives out in a newly built house with a creek running through the bottom of his land. He has a room full of trophies for horseshoe throwing. He lights wild sage as we sit down to break bread. He speaks slowly, deliberately.
They pray together to the Great Spirit to give Richard strength in this search for a new way of living. Sylvan shares stories of his own amends.
“You forgot your Treaty Paper“ he shouts, waving a toilet roll at Richard as we set off for Omaha.
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