The night Colten Boushie died

“The flash of headlights in the darkness drew Debbie Baptiste to the window. Outside she could see a convoy of vehicles barreling down a quiet dirt road that runs through Saskatchewan’s Red Pheasant reserve. The cars pulled in to her yard at speed and cut across the rain-soaked grass to surround the trailer. “I think they’re here for us,” Ms. Baptiste said to her son William, who was watching TV on the couch. The two of them went to the door. Thoughts of her son Colten, who was late getting home that night, ran through Ms. Baptiste’s mind. He was the baby of the family, the one who normally stayed close to her. So many police descending at once couldn’t be good news.”

Jim Friesen – The Globe and Mail – October 2016


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