Editing The Post-Apocalyptic Roadmap/South Dakota

Well, I sure fucked up. Sorry that I put you into this too, boy.

The gas lasted longer than I thought, and some miracle kept us from meeting any highwaymen. Probably not enough traffic to warrant watching the old interstates. Good; I wasn't expecting to be able to hold them off with just you & me & the .308. Managed to get clear out of Minnesota before the truck finally came to a halt.

I used to live in South Dakota's capital, Pierre. Figured it would be as good a place as any, long as the dam hadn't been targeted. What I'd forgotten till then was that I'd be going through the Indian reservations to get there. But I figured that those alcoholic Sioux bums wouldn't even notice me.

Yeah. But there'd been a few changes in the past year, boy. From what I can tell, some guy's made himself out to be the big chief, and figures he'll return to the old ways conquer the old hunting grounds while the rest of us are crippled. I don't know how he did it.

Keep your nose peeled, boy. We got lucky when I spotted them from that bluff a ways back. But I don't think they want anyone knowing that they're making a move, yet. We'll be lucky to get away from this one. At least the wind's on our side.

For now.