Copyright 2003 Ray Derby
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This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
The door swung sharply back and forth as the gusts of wind struck the sod house, and a piece of torn canvas, covering one window, fluttered in and out. The house appeared to have been abandoned years ago, but in this harsh land on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation, the scene was almost commonplace on the vast prairie. An old Chevy pickup was parked next to the house, and a small, parched garden plot was located a few yards behind the building.
Nothing else stirred as Red Fox drove slowly toward the dwelling with the box of groceries that Lone Hunter had asked him to pick up in Wanblee earlier in the morning. As he approached the house, he felt uneasy and the feeling continued to build as he stopped his pickup truck a few yards away. By now, he had expected Lone Hunter, his wife, or their children to come out, but nothing stirred except the door and canvas that moved in the wind.