The Girl With Braided Hair (A Wind River Reservation Myste) - Plot & Excerpts
Walking toward him through the noise of hip-hop blaring from a radio somewhere, a paunchy-looking Indian, medium height with wide shoulders and muscular brown forearms that hung beneath the short sleeves of grease-smeared coveralls. He might have been still in his fifties, black hair trimmed short over his ears, exposing half circles of pink flesh. His eyes were black slits cut into a round, fleshy face. “Lookin’ for somebody?” he shouted over the radio noise without moving his lips. Behind him, a younger-looking version of the man, somewhere in his late teens, stared up into the innards of a black sedan balanced on a metal pole close to the ceiling. Mixed odors of grease, stale coffee, and chemicals floated in the air. “Father O’Malley, St. Francis Mission,” Father John said, extending his hand. Jesse Moon grabbed on to his fingers and squeezed hard. “Eric, turn that blasted thing down,” he shouted over one shoulder, then looked back. No change in his expression. “Banner called thirty minutes ago.
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