Page 13 of Chaos has a Name
But.
True.
Oh, well, if he thought this gig was a pleasure cruise, by all means, he should try to do it.
Seriously.
The only reason she was doing this damn job was because her father had somehow gotten her tied up in this menagerie of craziness.
Oh, yeah.
He didn’t take the wordNOwell.
If it was up to her, she would have continued to work for some cop department inDamascus, and called it a day. It would have been less stressful.
Staying on the rez had been ungrateful work, and there was no doubt that her father knew it.
The last chief had been shot by two drunk Natives, and that wasNOThow she wanted to go out.
Screw that.
Her father knew how to get her wrapped up in this. He went with something that would get her every single time.
This was home.
She loved being Native, and she was proud of her heritage. Her father had raised her to be like that. The man bled Native.
Literally.
And figuratively.
The bottom line was despite its problems, Rayna would do what it took to keep the reservation intact.
As of late, it had been getting better.
How?
Outside help.
There were only a few things that people on this reservation talked about now a days.
The Blackhawks.
And how the rez had a woman sheriff.
Ironically, the latter was more shocking than two of Timothy Blackhawk’s boys doing right by them.
How nineteen fifties of them to assume her lack of a penis meant she couldn’t hold her own.
It made her want to slap the shit out of people, but that was neither here nor there. The last thing she was allowed to do was slap the shit out of the children she was babysitting.
Or so her father told her.
Now, as she was sitting in her office, she just wanted to get the paperwork done, and call it a day.
It was the changing of the guard in a way. She was the first woman Chief of Police, and she had a whole new staff of deputies.
When the last chief was killed, all of the men who worked under him had bailed faster than anyone could blink.
