Chapter 21Andre had long ago purchased a plot in the Yanube City Cemetery and expressed a desire to be laid away with his murdered wife and two sons when his time came. The sun was shining, although the snow was still deep, the day we set out for town in the footsteps of the troopers who’d broken trail just days before. I was concerned because Libby carried her tiny son strapped to her back—like any good Indian mother would have done. But neither she nor the baby was a blood, and I feared for the child. Perhaps I shouldn’t worry. Dexter rode beside his wife to constantly check on the child’s condition.
The road was still too snow clogged for the buckboard, so Ethan and I wrestled with the coffin suspended between us with stout ropes. The going was difficult despite the troopers’ earlier p
