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We left Ogallal at five minutes to five. It was not long to go to Sonya's hometown - a little more than three hours. This part of the journey went much better. Albeit short, but we exchanged phrases with Reid. Basically, about what I remember from what I saw: a historical cemetery on a secluded hill in the city center; a cowboy street that seemed a little cardboard to both of us, and a museum hidden from everyone. I wasn't at all surprised to learn that Reed had also read Luther the Standing Bear books, even telling me unknown facts about his Hollywood career.

Oddly enough, forgetting about our sad past and very confusing present, we could communicate normally. True, he was still laconic, speaking in short and rare phrases, which made it seem as if he was conducting a forced conversation. But now I began to attribute it to a trait of his character, rather than an expression of a personal attitude.

But most importantly, the silence between us was no longer suffocating. Between short n