Chapter 61
Chapter Eleven: — WIND BLEW HER midnight hair skyward like thin tree branches as Dakota walked the edge of Indigo Lake. Moisture whispered in the breeze, promising another storm, but she didn’t turn homeward. From this one point, she could look across the water to Hamilton’s place. No truck. No lights. No one home. Hamilton hadn’t come back to his place. Yet she felt, more than saw, something moving low over his land. Maybe a coyote hunting or a bobcat heading back to one of the caves a mile away along the canyon edges. The landscape seemed alive in the cloudy night. “You see it too.” A voice whispered from behind her. She didn’t bother turning around. “Grandmother, stop sneaking up on me.” The old woman laughed. “If you had more than an eighth of Apache blood, I would never be able
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