James showed up at my house.
"You're nothing but a fuckin' white Indian. You don't give a shit about your family. I ask for one simple fuckin' favor; you didn't do it. You're no Bearwalker. You're a piece of shit."
My father-in-law seemed to have some skills for people like James. He somehow managed to keep James at a low level of anger and abuse. Sky's sister hid in her room with her kids and phoned the police. Twenty minutes later, two Tribal Police officers showed up. They took James to a holding cell to sober up.
The next morning, they told James not to come to my house or The Store. If he did, they would call the County Police. They told him to visit the counsellor.
Some say James went to Joosemin. Nobody's sure where he is.
So much pain in Tankosin Nation. I feel so sorry for the Tribal Council in these kinds of decisions. There is no right answer for them.
