Night chant

While a snowstorm raged and tribesmen performed sacred rites, Luther Fleshman lay dead with an arrow in his heart. The brutal government agent's grisly death caused no grief on the Navajo reservation, but in Washington, D.C. the wrong people were asking questions. Trader Gene Shumaker, the only white man the Indians could trust, hoped to weed out the killer before FBI men swarmed all over the small community, threatening its very existence.

But every time Gene cleared one suspect another sprung into place, until a mysterious woman suddenly appeared on the scene with a secret that astonished everyone.