Vicky Holden followed the gray-uniformed guard through the cell block of the Fremont County jail. The crash of a steel door behind her echoed off the cement-block walls and metal bars on either side of the corridor. The air was thick with odors of sweat and disinfectant. Someone was shouting above the jumble of radio and TV noise that pressed around her. Who was it—which client?—who said that the worst part about being in jail was the noise? The guard stopped at a closed door on the right and leaned forward, peering for a moment through the small window. “Sure you wanna go in alone? He’s one mad Indian.” Vicky swallowed back the impulse to admit the truth. She didn’t especially like the idea of being alone in the consultation room with Phillip Blindy. The Arapaho had a reputation on the Wind River Reservation for being a hothead, somebody you walked across the road to avoid. Once, he took a wrench to a customer who didn’t like the way Phillip had repaired his truck.
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