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"
Look
,
"
said
Whiskey
Jack
.
"
This
is
not
a
good
country
for
gods
.
My
people
figured
that
out
early
on
.
There
are
creator
spirits
who
found
the
earth
or
made
it
or
shit
it
out
,
but
you
think
about
it
:
who
’
s
going
to
worship
Coyote
?
He
made
love
to
Porcupine
Woman
and
got
his
dick
shot
through
with
more
needles
than
a
pincushion
.
He
’
d
argue
with
rocks
and
the
rocks
would
win
.
"
So
,
yeah
,
my
people
figured
that
maybe
there
’
s
something
at
the
back
of
it
all
,
a
creator
,
a
great
spirit
,
and
so
we
say
thank
you
to
it
,
because
it
’
s
always
good
to
say
thank
you
.
But
we
never
built
churches
.
We
didn
’
t
need
to
.
The
land
was
the
church
.
The
land
was
the
religion
.
The
land
was
older
and
wiser
than
the
people
who
walked
on
it
.
It
gave
us
salmon
and
corn
and
buffalo
and
passenger
pigeons
.
It
gave
us
wild
rice
and
walleye
.
It
gave
us
melon
and
squash
and
turkey
.
And
we
were
the
children
of
the
land
,
just
like
the
porcupine
and
the
skunk
and
the
blue
jay
.
"
He
finished
his
second
beer
and
gestured
toward
the
river
at
the
bottom
of
the
waterfall
.
"
You
follow
that
river
for
a
way
,
you
’
ll
get
to
the
lakes
where
the
wild
rice
grows
.
In
wild
rice
time
,
you
go
out
in
your
canoe
with
a
friend
,
and
you
knock
the
wild
rice
into
your
canoe
,
and
cook
it
,
and
store
it
,
and
it
will
keep
you
for
a
long
time
.
Different
places
grow
different
foods
.
Go
far
enough
south
there
are
orange
trees
,
lemon
trees
,
and
those
squashy
green
guys
,
look
like
pears
—
"
"
Avocados
.
"
"
Avocados
,
"
agreed
Whiskey
Jack
.
"
That
’
s
them
.
They
don
’
t
grow
up
this
way
.
This
is
wild
rice
country
.
Moose
country
.
What
I
’
m
trying
to
say
is
that
America
is
like
that
.
It
’
s
not
good
growing
country
for
gods
.
They
don
’
t
grow
well
here
.
They
’
re
like
avocados
trying
to
grow
in
wild
rice
country
.
"
"
They
may
not
grow
well
,
"
said
Shadow
,
remembering
,
"
but
they
’
re
going
to
war
.
"
That
was
the
only
time
he
ever
saw
Whiskey
Jack
laugh
.
It
was
almost
a
bark
,
and
it
had
little
humor
in
it
.
"
Hey
,
Shadow
,
"
said
Whiskey
Jack
.
"
If
all
your
friends
jumped
off
a
cliff
,
would
you
jump
off
too
?
"
"
Maybe
.
"
Shadow
felt
good
.
He
didn
’
t
think
it
was
just
the
beer
.
He
couldn
’
t
remember
the
last
time
he
had
felt
so
alive
,
and
so
together
.
"
It
’
s
not
going
to
be
a
war
.
"
