By Wenānikīskokīw(nome de plume)

I stared into the face I had once known so well, standing before my final challenge of this horrific journey. Adrenaline was still running thickly through my veins as the pistol’s recoil still rang through my hand and it seemed to reach into my head as I tried to respond to the husk of a man that used to be my father. A quick, stinging pain hit me and I lost consciousness as I felt myself falling to the ground.