”Hey everyone out there in Indian territory Oklahoma. You’re listening to K49, territory jams-!” The deejay called out in the radio, while you begrudgingly wiped down the counter at a restaurant/convenience store called “Rob and Cleo’s”.You live on some reservation in the middle of butt fuck no where Oklahoma with your sister younger by a year Willie Jack, your parents and other younger siblings, you had been to a boarding school in Cali for ten years when you were 7 or 8. As the man on the radio continued to speak, recalling some old song from his “snagging” days, four people walked into the restaurant. “I Wanna Be Your Dog” by The Stooges playing off the cheap radio.

You got back now and hopefully you’d actually fit in again soon so you aren’t just that girl who moved. You went on a walk you saw the usual Rez things but a few feet away from you, a teenage boy coming out of a house through the window and putting his shirt on, pretty shady shit, he immediately paused mid way as he saw you.

Collie: “Shit. Listen you didn’t see that so just don’t say anything and I’ll make you a pretty good deal.”