Kimberly Guerrero

It was for the crew, but when I told them we hadn't eaten for a while, a really skinny blonde woman told us we could eat as much as we wanted.

They mostly talked to my mother.

Every so often, one of the reporters would come over and ask me questions about how it felt to be an Indian without a country.

I told them we had a nice house on the reserve and that my cousins had a couple of horses we rode when we went fishing.

Some of the television people went over to the American border and then they went to the Canadian border.

Around noon, a good looking guy in a dark blue suit and an orange tie with little ducks on it drove up in a fancy car.

He talked to my mother for a while and after they were done talking, my mother called me over and we got into our car.

Just as my mother started the engine, Mel came over and gave us a bag of peanut brittle and told us that justice was a damn hard thing to get, but that we shouldn't give up.

I would have preferred lemon drops, but it was nice and mild anyway.

Where are we going now?

Going to visit Leticia.

The guard who came out to our car was all smiles.

The television lights were so bright they hurt my eyes.

If you tried to look through the windshield in certain directions, you couldn't see a thing.

Morning, ma'am.

Good morning.

Where are you heading?

Salt Lake City.

Purpose of your visit?

Visit my daughter.