ᎤᎵᎪᎲᏍᏗ, ᎠᎵᏍᏆᏗᏍᎬ ᎦᏃᎯᎵᏓᏍᏗ ᏅᏙ, ᎠᏉᏌᎯᏌᏅ ᏄᎵᏍᏔᏁᎸ ᏣᎵ, ᎬᎩᏃᎯᏎᎸ ᏁᏂᏏ, ᎶᏩᏂ, ᏣᏥ ᏃᎴ ᏤᎩ.
Late in the fall, during the final diminishing parings of the Hunting Moon, I pieced together the rest of Charley’s story from what Nancy and Lowan and George and Jake told me.