By Margaret Coel
During this most modern 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 cause to impress a civil struggle among the reservation's Shoshone and Arapaho population, or is his goal really Father John O'Malley?
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Thank you, Vicky,” Lucille said. They were walking through the snow that skimmed the sidewalk in front of the tribal building. The woman reached out and grabbed Vicky’s hand. Her ﬁngers were like clumps of ice. “Listen, Lucille,” Vicky said, slowly removing her own hand from the woman’s grip and keeping an eye on Frankie, striding around the group of relatives toward an old orange Ford sedan that Vicky guessed belonged to his mother. “I have to talk to Frankie a moment. ” EYE OF THE WOLF 25 The woman blinked, then drew back, a look of fear shadowing her expression.
The man looked Indian, with prominent cheekbones, black hair falling over his forehead, wide nostrils. 32 MARGARET COEL A sheen of frost lay over what was left of the face, which looked leathery and gray, almost colorless. Even the right hand—half lost in the snow— had a gray pallor of frozen ﬂesh. There was a hardened puddle of blood on the front of the jacket, another puddle on one shoulder. And there was something else—something familiar about the way the body lay, right arm pulled up above the head, left arm folded helplessly across the abdomen.
Nobody can see inside a rock, Vicky. You remember that when you don’t want anybody to know what you’re thinking. John O’Malley, she was thinking, aware of the little stab of pain, like a needle pricking her heart. Someone must have called him and sent him 50 MARGARET COEL out to the battleﬁeld. Someone worried or in trouble. Someone who knew that he would go. John O’Malley would always go. She closed her eyes a moment. God, let me forget the man. Then, another thought—the killer could have sent John O’Malley to ﬁnd bodies that could have remained hidden in the snow for a week.