Since writing Love Medicine, I have understood that I am writing one long book in which the main chapters are also books titled Tracks, Four Souls, The Bingo Palace, The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse, and The Painted Drum. The characters appear and disappear in my consciousness—a lamentable, messy place. If you read on in the other books, you will find that the people in Love Medicine live out destinies invisible to me as I wrote this first book. Although I sometimes wish that these imagined people would speak in a linear fashion, I can only, truly, be grateful they come back at all. I write about them as they present themselves. I really have no choice in this matter. That they keep returning, insistent and surprising, is a strange gift. Indeed, they have not finished with me yet.