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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Murder on the Red River'
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conversations.value: the first three paragraphs for this book
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conversations.value: Murder on the Red River
  Subjects: LCSH: Women detectives—Fiction. | Indian women—Fiction. | Sheriffs—Fiction. | Indian men—Death—Fiction. | Murder—Investigation—Fiction. | Ojibwa indians—Fiction. | Red Lake Indian Reservation (Minn.)—Fiction. | Red River Valley (Minn. and N.D.-Man.)—Fiction. | BISAC: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Hard-Boiled. | FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Women Sleuths. | GSAFD: Mystery fiction.
  Her mind was always composing songs or stories. The long days in the field gave her plenty of time to think of things to write. If she ever found the time to put words to paper, that would be a different story. Words in her head didn't pay the rent. Or buy a beer. Maybe with her next paycheck, she would get a guitar. She could sing in the cab of the truck and wouldn't need to write things down. Maybe.
  Ole Johnson sat on a stool at the twelve-foot-long mahogany bar. The Hamm's Beer Bear danced on cool sparkling waters over his head. Ole slid fifty cents to his brother Carl, seated at his right. They had a nightly bet on whether Cash's hair, which just grazed the bottom of her butt, would get caught in the screen door. On the nights when that happened, she would kick back at the door with her right foot and jerk her hair into the bar after her.
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conversations.value: Murder on the Red River
  Subjects: LCSH: Women detectives—Fiction. | Indian women—Fiction. | Sheriffs—Fiction. | Indian men—Death—Fiction. | Murder—Investigation—Fiction. | Ojibwa indians—Fiction. | Red Lake Indian Reservation (Minn.)—Fiction. | Red River Valley (Minn. and N.D.-Man.)—Fiction. | BISAC: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Hard-Boiled. | FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Women Sleuths. | GSAFD: Mystery fiction.
  Her mind was always composing songs or stories. The long days in the field gave her plenty of time to think of things to write. If she ever found the time to put words to paper, that would be a different story. Words in her head didn't pay the rent. Or buy a beer. Maybe with her next paycheck, she would get a guitar. She could sing in the cab of the truck and wouldn't need to write things down. Maybe.
  Ole Johnson sat on a stool at the twelve-foot-long mahogany bar. The Hamm's Beer Bear danced on cool sparkling waters over his head. Ole slid fifty cents to his brother Carl, seated at his right. They had a nightly bet on whether Cash's hair, which just grazed the bottom of her butt, would get caught in the screen door.
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conversations.value: five more paragraphs. Start with the sentence 'She stuffed her keys and cash into her front jean pocket, Marlboros and matches into the other, turned the lock on her apartment door and pulled it shut behind her'.
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conversations.value: She stuffed her keys and cash into her front jean pocket, Marlboros and matches into the other, turned the lock on her apartment door and pulled it shut behind her. The hard leather soles of the boots sounded loud going down her apartment stairs. The air was early fall warm. Here in town you couldn't see the stars for the streetlights.
  Shorty had her Bud ready for her. Tonight, ol' man Willie was passed out at a table in back, and damn, given the wide berth around him, he really must have pissed himself. Jim was shooting pool.
  Jim went around the table to the guy he was shooting against. "My partner's here now," he said. "You and your wife still want to play?"
  Jim didn't notice. Even if he did notice, he wouldn't notice. That's just how things were in the Valley.
  The other guy broke. When Jim motioned for Cash to go next, she shook her head no. "You go first," she told him. Cash hoped that Jim would run the table. If he won the game for them, the wife wouldn't be so sore about losing. Jim ran all but three. The wife took her turn. Cash watched her walk around the table, use her cue to line up a shot, then change her mind and lean down to take a different shot. It was clear to Cash the woman was posturing, going through the moves she had seen better pool players make without really knowing why they did them. She did sink two balls though before completely miscueing on the third one.
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conversations.value: the last four paragraphs
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conversations.value: Then they were sent home to the newly created reservation system where up until the mid-1960s, it was common practice for county and state social workers to scoop up Native children and remove them to white foster or adoptive homes. Sandy White Hawk, Director of the First Nations Repatriation Institute, says, "I cannot imagine the entitlement the social worker must have felt to walk into a family and just take a child. I cannot imagine how emasculating it must have been for our men to watch that happen and not be able to do anything. My uncle remembers the social worker driving into our driveway, getting out of the car and taking me."
  White Hawk relates how on a national level 25-35% of Native children were taken and placed in non-Indian homes or institutions. In Minnesota, one in four were removed. White Earth and Red Lake reservations experienced higher removals. For each lost child, there is a set of grieving parents, siblings, grandparents, aunties and uncles.
  As members of sovereign tribal governments, Native American children have a unique political status that was reaffirmed with the passage of the Indian Child Welfare Act of 1978." Each child, by Act of Congress, should have state welfare agencies work in the best interest of the child to place the child with a family member or extended family of the tribe.
  So many people have made it possible for me to write. First, the 'eat and meet' writing group, started by Babs with Ellen and Ida. Next the 'Sunday morning writes' at Diego's abode. And the group with Diane, Nora, Mai Neng and Donna who read this manuscript over and over. Danny, who has always believed in my writing. Eileen, thanks are not enough. Jeanne and Liz: State Fair, foster kids and North Shore. And ALL the women in my life who have helped with children, food and emotional sustenance, you are in my heart forever.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about Act, Congress, ICWA, involving, recognized.
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conversations.value: Then they were sent home to the newly created reservation system where up until the mid-1960s, it was common practice for county and state social workers to scoop up Native children and remove them to white foster or adoptive homes. Sandy White Hawk, Director of the First Nations Repatriation Institute, says, "I cannot imagine the entitlement the social worker must have felt to walk into a family and just take a child. I cannot imagine how emasculating it must have been for our men to watch that happen and not be able to do anything. My uncle remembers the social worker driving into our driveway, getting out of the car and taking me. "
  White Hawk relates how on a national level 25-35% of Native children were taken and placed in non-Indian homes or institutions. In Minnesota, one in four were removed. White Earth and Red Lake reservations experienced higher removals. For each lost child, there is a set of grieving parents, siblings, grandparents, aunties and uncles. 
  As members of sovereign tribal governments, Native American children have a unique political status that was reaffirmed with the passage of the Indian Child Welfare Act of 1978. With this Act of Congress, "ICWA sets federal requirements that apply to state child custody proceedings involving an Indian child who is a member of or eligible for membership in a federally recognized tribe. " Each child, by Act of Congress, should have state welfare agencies work in the best interest of the child to place the child with a family member or extended family of the tribe. 
  So many people have made it possible for me to write. First, the 'eat and meet' writing group, started by Babs with Ellen and Ida. Next the 'Sunday morning writes' at Diego's abode. And the group with Diane, Nora, Mai Neng and Donna who read this manuscript over and over. Danny, who has always believed in my writing. Eileen, thanks are not enough. Jeanne and Liz: State Fair, foster kids and North Shore. And ALL the women in my life who have helped with children, food and emotional sustenance, you are in my heart forever.