Of course, the sale of bootleg alcohol was forbidden on the Rez, but it didn't seem to stop the traffic to get it. A lot of government assistance checks were cashed and used to acquire the tonsil-scorching liquid in a jar, much to the chagrin of many a housewife.
Rance was a hard worker for his dad. In return, his father taught him everything he knew about the woods in between beatings and verbal assaults growing up. His old man was a mean drunk, even with money in his pocket.
One day that all changed and Rance was alone and became his own man. He was recruited for a man hunt into the woods by the government in spite of his own anti-social mannerisms. It would change his life and the days of tending the still for income were left far behind.