Ostensibly a rather factual, sometimes slightly understated and apparently non- judgemental story that nonetheless creeps under your skin. Through the description of the Sioux uprising of 1862, which causes Sarah, a young white woman, to question her identity and loyalty, I witnessed the effect of war on people who only wish to live in a peaceful, fair co-existence.
What is it that makes her different from me? I am puzzled by her concern for me and the children. What is it that she wants? My mind went from one thing to the next, my understanding, my reasoning shifting from minute to minute. I wondered if I was dreaming. Perhaps I only imagined the woman in the woods. That must be it. It is the strangeness of everything, the sense that it will always be like this, and that I will soon forget the life that I once had. The person I once pretended to be.
