Louis Riel and Gabriel Dumont: A Short Play

“Could have been worse,” Gabe commented as they sat beside a heatless phantom campfire one day, “We coulda gone to Hell.”
“And just how would that be worse?” Louis asked darkly, in his one hundred and sixteenth year of ghosthood. As a practicing Catholic, he had a good idea of how much worse it could have been, but he didn’t always like to admit it.
“I think,” said Gabe. “that in Hell I’d have been forced to listen to your story of what you should have done at Batoche, over and over until the...