asking.
âSame as what the newspaper says. Quarter million. Last time a glyph was stolen, the thief wanted two hundred thousand.â
âWait a minute.â Vicky took her seat and locked eyes with the Arapaho chairman. âYou were contacted seven years ago?â
âThought we had a deal,â Norman said. âThen Travis Birdsong went crazy, killed his partner. There was all kinds of publicity, and the contact went away. We donât want that to happen again, ruin our chance to get the glyph back.â
Vicky took a moment. She stared past Adam and the easel with the map of the Red Cliff Canyon area, a new thought forming in her head. âHow was Father John contacted?â she said.
âIndian stopped him over in Ethete.â This from Norman. âDidnât want to come to the tribal offices himselfâ¦â
âIt could be the same contact.â Vicky could feel her heart speeding up. Amos Walking Bear could be right. Whoever had taken the first glyph had come back for another one, and sent the same man to try to collect a ransom. Which could mean that Amosâs grandson could be in prison for a murder he didnât commit.
âAnother reason not to bring on a lot of publicity,â Adam said, glancing at Vicky as he stepped back to the table. âThe Indianâll disappear, just like last time.â
âAnother problem.â Norman said. He was bouncing his tipied hands off each other. âNewspaper reporter keeps poking around, sheâll find out that the petroglyphs arenât all thatâs been stolen up in the canyon. Thievesâve been taking small artifacts for some time now. Mona and her staff came across several mounds that were dug up recently.â
âArtifacts are also missing?â Vicky said.
The tribal councilmen were nodding in unison, heads bobbing over the long table. âAncient tools, bones, who knows what else was taken,â Norman said. âProbably sold on the black market, same place the Drowning Man will disappear into if we donât get it back.â The corners of the manâs mouth pulled downward. His eyebrows folded into the deep crease above his nose. âYouâd be surprised at how much money people are willing to pay for old bones. Anything thatâs Indian, they donât care, they lay out their money. Donât have any respect. We donât need the newspapers telling folks about artifacts and even more valuable petroglyphs.â
âThe alternate road will speak for itself,â Adam said. âFewer curves, easier grade. We donât need to involve the press.â
âHow soon can you write up a proposal for the BLM?â Norman said.
âRight away,â Adam told the chairman.
Norman nodded. âWe made real progress here. You twoâ¦â Norman glanced from Adam to Vicky. âIâd say you know what youâre doing. Weâre gonna go into regular session, take a vote on going forward with this. Weâll get back to you.â
Adam thanked the councilman, then walked over and held the door open, waiting. Vicky picked up her briefcase and walked past him. âAnnie said one of the elders came in,â he said, closing the door behind them.
âIf you knew that, Adam, then you knew why I was late.â Vicky started down the corridor ahead of him.
âThis was an important meeting.â Adamâs footsteps clacked alongside her on the tiled floor; his shoulder brushed hers.
Vicky didnât say anything for a moment. She should not have to explain to Adam Lone Eagle that it would have been impolite to refuse to see Amos Walking Bear. It was what had made their partnership possible, the fact that Adam understood the Arapaho Way. Finally she told him the old man was convinced that his grandson had been convicted seven years ago of a crime he didnât commit.
They were outside now, walking across the gravel to her Jeep. She opened the door
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