The intertwined narratives of five generations of Metis women, a variety of bison, two dogs, a car, and the prairie. I admire the confidence of this author! She's just like, "And it's going to have dirt as a point of view character! And you're going to have to go with it or get out of the car."

The chapters are only a few pages long, the book flittering between characters telling and retelling stories from a variety of perspectives: The grandmother talking to her granddaughter, her own grandmother now in the spirit world, her mother talking to her sister's ghost, while the youngest generation, separated by adoption into an non-Indigenous family, is now trying to catch up with centuries of backstory, and also figure out her own trashfire of a life. Meanwhile the bison aren't doing much better! Porter does a fantastic job of giving each character a distinct voice, and letting them all have a point of view that makes sense to them, if not to anyone else. I loved seeing how it all fit together in the end, and think it would reward rereading.

If I had one quibble with it, it's that the middle generation, the grandmother who wants to commit suicide, felt like a bit of a cypher. I suspect this is somewhat intentional, and she never really gets much of her own point of view shown, but I still wish I could've gotten a better feel for her.