Check out Colleen Kenney's piece from Huron, S.D.: This is the first thing he remembers: It’s dark. Maybe 3 a.m. He’s in his hospital bed in Rapid City about a month after the seizure.
Something takes hold of his legs and pulls him to the foot of the bed.
He hears animal noises. Buffalo.
He thinks he’s hallucinating, or dying. Then he remembers the vision he had five years before, when he was a boy in a sacred run around the Black Hills.
The brown buffalo and the white buffalo cornered him on the road, told him he would be the fastest runner around.
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