Where the Dust Settles: Paiute-Shoshone Against the Pony Express

Previously

…He saw one of the men, his movements jerky and precise, approach a cluster of smooth, grey stones. These were not just stones; they were the silent sentinels of a place where his ancestors had gathered for generations, a place where the veil between worlds was thin. He saw the man pull a small, sharp tool from his pouch and begin to scratch a mark onto the largest stone, a crude, alien symbol defacing a sacred covenant. The wind, for the first time, carried not just a whisper, but a roar of betrayal in Kona’s ears.