As we were smoking the peyote, I began to wonder a lot of things. I began to wonder if Chief Running Scared really was an indian. I began to wonder if what we were doing really was legal on the reservation. I even began to wonder if the medicine man really was, in fact, a medical doctor. Then it occured to me: Yes, yes he must be. Otherwise, why would he have me strapped down to this cold metal table and doped up on a hallucinogen for the gynecological exam?
...It was then that I knew everything would be a-okay.