Series: Your husband is losing his mind, Genevieve, and if he doesn't resign from the zoning board today, I'll have him committed, my father-in-law told my wife across the dinner table.

Part 1 Two days earlier, while inspecting missing land survey markers in the Wyoming foothills, County Executive Arthur Pendelton had me trapped near an unmapped [more…]

The heavy mahogany door of Arthur’s study swung open. The scent of polished leather and old money hit me first, thick and cloying. My wife, [more…]

The front door of our house closed behind me with a soft click, plunging me into a silence even heavier than the one at Arthur’s [more…]

The diner was a greasy spoon outside city limits, equidistant from the county seat and the reservation border. Nayeli Tsosie sat in a booth by [more…]

The lawyer’s office was on the fifteenth floor of a downtown high-rise, all glass and polished chrome. Arthur had summoned me under the guise of [more…]

I called Clara from a payphone outside a gas station, my voice low. “They tried to box me in, Clara. Forced me into a lawyer’s [more…]

Nayeli met me at the edge of the reservation, where the paved road gave way to dusty tracks. Her tribal ranger, Kaelen Begay, stood silently [more…]

Kaelen Begay arrived at the diner again, not with Nayeli this time, but alone. He sat down heavily, pushing a small, rugged device across the [more…]

The call came late, from a blocked number. I picked up, expecting Nayeli or Clara. Instead, it was Genevieve, her voice raw, laced with panic. [more…]

The county registrar’s office was a hulking brick building, silent and imposing in the dead of night. Clara had found a reason to work late, [more…]