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By Angie Lofthouse

Copyright 2012 Angella Lofthouse. All Rights Reserved

Smashwords Edition

Cover design by Paul Browning

To Tracy

I love you.

Special thanks to Todd Hunter for making this the best it could be!


Kwetoo'unuv Walker bobbed his head in time with the rock song blaring out of the radio. He had the windows down since his father's beater truck had no A/C, and the day was warm for this late in September in the southern Utah mountains. Perfect for hunting. Indian summer. He snorted. The wind whipped up his long, dark hair. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and sang along at the top of his lungs.

His tires crunched across the gravel as he pulled into his driveway. He stowed his hunting rifle behind the seat and grabbed his school backpack. Had to keep up appearances.

"Hey, Mom. I'm home."

She was in the kitchen, surrounded by glass jars and peaches. A younger Indian woman was there with her. Beth Stone. He'd seen her working at the Taco Time. He remembered her babysitting him when he was a kid. She looked over her shoulder at him. He leered at her suggestively. She snorted and turned around again. Whatever. She was too old for him anyway.

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