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

Previously

…The scent of sage and earth now seemed tinged with the acrid smell of smoke. The gentle murmur of the spring sounded like a lament. The serenity of the sacred place was shattered, replaced by a profound sense of dread and an urgent, burning need. She had seen the suffering that awaited them, a suffering that would stain the land and break the spirits of all who walked upon it. Shaken, but with a newfound resolve hardening in her heart, Little Dove pushed herself to her feet. She had to find Kona. She had to warn him. The path of retaliation would lead only to a deeper darkness, and she, a healer, could not bear to witness that unraveling.