couldnât go too far wrong with that.
âAinât that the truth.â He brushed an insect off the side of his neck. âThe gnats were out in force last night. Damn, I hate those things.â
She hadnât noticed an insect invasion but maybe sheâd been too preoccupied. Before she could come up with any observation about things that crawled or flew or both, he gave her what sheâd be willing to bet was a calculated smile. âIâm glad I met you. Really glad. I donât know if I told you, but I majored in archaeology until halfway through my junior year. Thatâs when the light bulb went on and I realized the chance of making a name for myself in that field was somewhere between damn little and none.â
âWell, no. Itâs not a field to get into if your primary goal is to get rich.â
âAnd it is. Rich and famous,â he said with a laugh. âHowever, that isnât as easy as Iâd like it to be. All I can do right now is hope I come up with the right combination thatâll get me noticed, and rewarded. Iâll tell you, if I was sitting on the gold mine you are, Iâd be jumping through every hoop there is to make sure Iâm riding the crest of the wave.â
Fentonâs speech was riddled with clichés. She could only hope that his presentations were more original. âIâm not sure weâve reached the crest yet,â she explained. âMaybe weâll never get everything resolved.â
âExactly!â His eyes glittered as if sheâd said the most brilliant thing heâd heard in a year. âIâve been thinking. I know how to grease a few squeaky wheels. Did I tell you, my uncleâs a state senator. Thatâs how I got this jobâa little pulling of the strings. Not much, I want you to know. I can do it. Damn straight I can. But it doesnât hurt to have someone capable of getting your name to the top of the pile, you know.â
âNo, it doesnât.â
âSure, my uncle is in California, but Senator Baldwin knows a lot of Oregonâs politicians. What Iâm saying is, if I ask, heâll tell me who has pull in these kinds of things. A little behind-the-scenes negotiating on my part and that Indian organization will pack up its bags and go home.â
Not only didnât she believe that, but she seriously doubted that Fenton had enough clout to influence the politicians whoâd deliberately been taking a neutral stand on things. Wondering if Fentonâs uncle hadnât gotten him this job because he wanted his nephew out of his hair, she pointed out that this was an issue for the courts, not politicians. Fenton had just begun to tell her she didnât know what she was talking about when a battered, once-blue pickup with a pathetic excuse for a muffler pulled into the parking lot. Instead of turning off the engine, the driver sat behind the wheel of the roughly idling vehicle.
âDamn him. He never gives up.â
âWho?â Tory asked, glad for any change in the conversation.
âHim.â Fenton jabbed his finger at the driver. âBlack Schonchin. He lives over by Tulelake on some farm he and a bunch of his relatives own. Heâs been nothing but trouble.â
Tulelake was the nearest town, a small ranching community with little to show for itself beside a couple of cafés, a hardware store, post office and grocery. Even from this distance she could see that the elderly man was Indian. âBlack Schonchin,â she said. âThatâs an unusual name.â
âI think he made it up, not that youâd get him to admit it. Apparently some Modoc named Peter Schonchin was the last survivor of the war. Black must have decided heâd rather go by that instead of whatever name his parents had. As for the Black, there was a Black Jim who got hung alongside Captain Jack.â
âThen heâs Modoc?â
âOh, yeah. He
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