by Steve Bartholomew
In the winter of 1888, Dana Reynolds has no reason to believe in anything, until he runs afoul of Wovoka. Dana doesn't believe in Truth. Telling the truth was what lost him his job back at the Chronicle in San Francisco. In Nevada he's learning that Indian agents can be as crooked as politicians. Now he was supposed to report on that so-called Paiute prophet, Wovoka, the Woodcutter.