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as much as possible, unless they were acting as tourists and buying the tribe’s wares. The mighty greenback would open up doors and make the Natives tolerate what they normally wouldn’t entertain.
    Listening to nature around him, he could hear the cawing of the birds and the slight rustle of the trees . The deer and other animals began their foraging for breakfast to beat the stagnant heat of the day. Other than that, there was nothing but silence. When his phone rang, the stillness of the forest was broken, and a flock of nesting birds took to the air. Their screams of displeasure were evident, and it had his own heart echoing loudly in his ears. Great, now it mimicked the pounding in his head from the hangover.
    “Whitefox,” he hissed into his phone.
    “Callen, I found the doctor. He said he’ll be right out, and I called in the guys from the night shift. They’re swearing up and down, they had nothing to do with this. I’m driving through the burial grounds right now, and nothing appears to be disturbed. All’s quiet over here. Thank God. If anyone starts digging here, the Natives will be very restless. There will be hell to pay if the grounds are being screwed with and remains touched.”
    “Thanks Chet, if these are human bones, we’re going to have to keep the area guarded. You know that word is going to travel fast, and before you know it we’ll have an audience. If this is a crime scene, we have to preserve it as best as we can, until we can get someone outside the reservation to check it out.”
    “Do you need me to bring anything back to you?” He was desperately trying to not get excited, but this kind of thing never happened. The mere idea of playing investigator had its appeal.
    “Yeah, bring the camera, gloves, and tape to cordon this whole area off.”
    “You think they’re human?” asked Chester.
    “I don’t know what I think,” he answered, and honestly he didn ’t. All he knew was that he was suddenly was off balance about the entire thing. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing up and he wasn’t sure if it had anything to do with the bones in the medicine wheel, or the sense that he was being observed by someone he couldn’t see.
    “Don’t worry, Cal. What are the chances anything exciting is going to happen on the reservation?”
    Callen Whitefox hung up, and sincerely hoped his officer was right. The last thing he needed was this kind of excitement.
     
     
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    He watched from the distance, lying on his belly, on the dew covered forest ground. The scope of his rifle trained on the law man. There was barely any time to escape into the brush before the reservation police stopped to investigate. Right now, the fox was circling his medicine wheel, investigating his offering to the spirits.
    The anger rushed through him, as he had to abandon his ritual to the man. He didn’t get to finish, and that pissed him off. It was a waste of his time and bones. This spot was specifically needed, it was the North point on his reservation circle and now it was all ruined.
    What a colossal waste of his precious bones. Those had been spectacular bones too- a set of twins, harvested from one of his sacred stashes. When he dug up the decaying woman, what a surprise it had been to find she had two sets of bones, nestled deep within her body. He could still see them curled into some ying and yang symbol in her womb. Now it was going to be disturbed by the hands of another, ruining his offering to the spirit world.
    Damn it!
    As he watched the man, he weighed his options. One shot and he’d be dead. One quick bullet to the head, and the man would be on the ground and, he could swoop in and collect his treasured offering and escape into the forest. Then he weighed the consequences. A murder on Indian land would bring outsiders, and the FBI. Once they came there would be no stopping them. They would tear his