Montana
Harvest -
The thunderstorm continued to bully its way onto the Pine
Ridge Indian Reservation. In an old two-room unheated cabin with tarpapered
roof and a few plywood-covered windows, the extended Robinson family huddled in
the lone bedroom. Sandy Robinson, an eighteen-year-old unwed mother of three
held her oldest in her arms. Each crash of thunder caused the four year old to
dig his fingers into her shoulders. The clasp of the chained locket around her
neck loosened each time that he did.
Mystery at Little Bitterroot -
A long, inquisitive sniff, a lick, a bite, and then the
hungry scavenger braced its hind legs. Tugging at her find and shaking her
head, the coyote loosened the carcass from the riverbank. Behind her, the field
of buffalograss, a shade of gold under the Montana sun, darkened as a weather front
crept across the landscape.
The Killing Zone -
At 8:47 PM, Mick, dressed in blue jeans, a short sleeve
t-shirt and a black leather jacket drew a long drag from his cigarette as he
stood outside the liquor store with his friend Ray who shooed a moth that
seemed interested in the overhead light above the door. A young, attractive
woman, professionally dressed, walked up to them. Mick stepped out of the way.
Incident at Dead
River Junction -
Parked on the breakdown lane of a lonely stretch of US
Highway 228, just west of Taylor,
sat a Montana Highway Patrol cruiser. Tired, anxious, and on the back end of a
ten-hour shift, Officer McCoy stared at the sun as it continued its slow dive
behind the Cabinet Mountain Range. Aroused by the intrusion of smoldering aspen
riding on a crosscurrent summer breeze, he rolled down his window.
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