Kimi RedFox hated Knight Industries and everything they stood for, including profiting from the exploitation of native peoples. What Knight Industries was doing to her family was no different from what the American Fur Company had done to so many Blackfeet when it introduced whiskey, not to mention smallpox, in the nineteenth century. Only now, instead of whiskey it was meth and c***k, and instead of smallpox, it was STDs and AIDS. Unlike her ancestors, she didn’t plan on taking it lying down. She was going to fight back.
Just walking into the sprawling dining room of the huge railroad lodge had put her on edge. Now, as she sat at a table, she wished the roaring blaze in the giant stone fireplace at the center of the restaurant would escape its confines and burn the place to the ground.
