By Margaret Coel
During this most up-to-date Wind River Reservation secret, a psychopathic killer has brutally murdered 3 Shoshone Indians and posed their our bodies on a old battlefield. Is the killer's purpose to impress a civil struggle among the reservation's Shoshone and Arapaho population, or is his aim really Father John O'Malley?
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To his right was a corridor of open space, no more than a few yards wide, he guessed, before the trees and the shadows began. With a ﬂick of his wrist, he ﬂung the brown cowboy hat like a Frisbee to the left. Gunshots cracked the air as he propelled himself across the open slot and into the trees. He crouched behind a small limber pine, more like a bush than a tree—a ﬂimsy shelter—and held perfectly still, bullets streaking the air around him, smashing into the trees, furrowing the snow. There was some comfort in the realization that the shooter had to be shooting blind now, shooting into the shadows.
It had been a black and white photo until someone had colored the ponies a golden bronze. The faces of the warriors, squinting into the sun, were also bronze, like their sinewy arms, the trousers and shirts were gray, the beaded vests, red and blue, and the eagle-feathered headdresses, white and brown against the blue sky. Emblazoned in red above the photograph was the title: War on EYE OF THE WOLF 53 the Plains. D. Father John opened the book and ﬂipped through the pages, stopping to study the photographs.
He’d stepped outside, pulling the door shut behind him, and hurried to the pickup. Now he realized that the narrow road had started winding downward. He was dropping off the top of a bluff, and the landscape was beginning to change. A thin line of trees—a black smudge in the whiteness— marked the banks of Bates Creek below. Tire tracks were still running ahead, which struck him as strange. Ranches out here were scattered over the bluffs. There was nothing in the valley, except the battleﬁeld. He was getting close, and yet, nothing was as close as it seemed in the empty spaces.