Skins by Skins (retail) (epub)

Author:Skins (retail) (epub)
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781647790233
Publisher: University of Nevada Press

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SOMETIMES IT SEEMED to Rudy that his only victories were minor ones. The garden-killing frosts of late September had yellowed and knocked down the leaves from his cottonwoods. The grass in his yard had turned from green to a dull brown. Occasional vee-shaped flocks of Canadian geese flew over Pine Ridge, and when he saw them, he wished he could just start running, leap into the air, and wing southward with them.

Two weeks after he partially fried Mogie, Rudy was awakened one night after midnight by a strong northern wind. It ripped into the bedroom and startled his dogs sleeping in the bed with him. He closed his bedroom window and let his malamutes out to pee. It sure felt like they were going to get an early snowstorm. He hoped so. The bad air had been on the reservation for too long.

The strong wind had pulled all the leaves from his back yard to the chain-link fence in the front. All along the front section of fence, a two-foot pile of leaves was straining to escape. He decided to liberate them.

Rudy got dressed in some jogging pants and his green nylon windbreaker and went to the shed for a rake. He got the leaves all into a huge pile by his front gate with a minimum of effort. He opened his front gate and in two minutes, with the help of the wind, he herded all the leaves out of his yard. They zipped across the street and into the yard of his onsica welfare neighbor Sammy Walks.

Satisfied, Rudy called Hughie, Dewey, and Louie in and they went back inside and slept soundly. When he woke up in the morning, the first thing he did was look out the front window. It had not snowed, and his yard was free of dead leaves. Sammy Walks’ yard looked like a tornado had hit it. Sammy was out there with a rake, trying to round up his leaves. He had the shaking hangover and kept dropping his rake.

Rudy had the day off, so he went down to the cop shop and told Captain Eagleman he wanted to take his vacation. His boss said okay, so Rudy put in for his annual three weeks of leave. Then he went up to the hospital to see how Mogie was doing.

It had been two weeks and one day since he’d set the fire in White Clay. Mogie was due to be released in two days. In the fifteen days since the suspected act of arson, he’d turned up no clues, no suspects. So what else was new? Rudy Yellow Shirt sure as hell didn’t expect to find any clues, and if he did, he definitely had his back covered.

He played the game, went through all the investigative routines as an adjunct to the Sheridan County Sheriff’s Department since White Clay was in their jurisdiction. He had to work the bulk of the case with Darryl Smith, the white deputy from Rushville and Mormon husband of Janie Smith, the wasicu nurse who Rudy occasionally banged.

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