American Cloaca: At Standing Rock, Part 5

By Oronte. It was cold in the astronomical twilight before dawn on Saturday, December 3. The flap to the tipi had blown open during our brief sleep, and wind swirled over the bodies and detritus of cold-weather camping inside. The tiny burner on the propane tank had gone out, and a cast-iron stove made for the US Army nearly a century earlier sat useless as a hernia in the center of the floor. More...