My sister Rain was remembering Daniel Dryden. It was during one of our Memorial Day Powwows at Moose Creek. Friends and relatives were drumming and dancing in a circle on the lawn. She looked up and Dan Dryden came riding his white horse down the driveway, a cowboy hat perched on his head. He parked his horse by the bank and joined the circle of friends just like he belonged there, which he knew he did.