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“And afterward, I stopped at Red Cloud's grave to pay my respects to the old chief. Some Oglalas had left him tobacco ties, little sacred bundles in all the colors of the four directions. I asked him to take care of my woman out there, where she was new and maybe lost. I asked him to take her into his lodge and protect her until I could come for her. That's all I remember.”

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Book:Six Kinds of Sky: A Collection of Short Fiction
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Six Kinds of Sky: A Collection of Short Fiction

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Luis Alberto Urrea
Luis Alberto Urrea

Luis Alberto Urrea, born in 1955, is a renowned Mexican-American poet. His works blend Mexican and American cultures and explore themes such as identity, family, and social justice. Urrea's poetry is known for its profound emotion and rich imagination, winning the hearts of readers. more

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