Chapter 23: The Spirit RoadJUST BEFORE DUSK, AN HOUR before Mary Two Rivers was to be buried, the snow began to fall, as if Mary’s death had called winter not only into the hearts of those who had loved her, but into the town where she’d lived her short life as well.
Scrunched between Ed and Gwyn, Caz stared out the window of Ed’s truck as Ed drove to the cemetery on the reserve. She watched the thick flakes falling as the small houses on the outskirts of town gave way to the occasional diner or gas station, and finally to thick bush. Ed didn’t talk, and Gwyn was never chatty.
The silence suited her mood. She and Ed had spent a fruitless day scouring the town for anyone with the Mark. If another Heroka was in Thunder Lake, they were keeping well hidden.
The day of searching for one of h
