The plot is deceptively simple. Whitman plays Frankie, who is terminally ill. Camp-Horinek plays Irene, the former woman in his life, who out of duty picks him up from the hospital and drives him on a mission to see a daughter, from whom he has been estranged, and also a grandchild, before he dies. It becomes clear on the trip that there is still feeling for him on the part of Irene even though their temperaments still clash.

Along the way she makes a confession to him. She lied to her brother with an accusation that he had abused her, and that resulted in the brother beating him up. Essentially, this is a road movie, and along the way, as they drive through Oklahoma as Frankie’s strength wanes, we get a picture, not only of the lives of Frankie and Irene, but of other American Indians met along the route. We also see the countryside and get a sense of what life is like in that region.

This is a very tender story, all the more so because Harjo avoids trying to spike it with melodrama or other pumping up devices. He sees this as a love story between two people whose lives have parted, but for whom feelings lead one to try to do right by the other in a time of need. Harjo doesn’t try to glamorize the situation, but just tell it like it is, relying on the suspense of whether Frankie will make it to his destination in time to hold the story together.