“Yeah, you did. I wish you had told me, though, instead of going off on your own.”
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. “Do you? I thought you didn’t want to hear anybody’s problems.”
Milo reddened. “I don’t understand live people.”
“Yes, and aren’t you proud of it! If you’d spend half the time making an effort to understand them, instead of bragging that you can’t, you’d be better off!”
“Yeah… well… I’ll try.”
“Good. You might start by remembering that live people have feelings. If you hadn’t been so sure I was screwing up your precious data, maybe I could have talked to you.”
“Yeah. That’s what Jake said. He said to tell you he’ll be in to see you later. He and Mary Clare are clearing up at the church.”
“Mary Clare is back?”
“Yes. She came back yesterday, and if you had waited-” He decided not to start that again. “Anyway, those papers she unearthed confirmed our findings about the Cullowhees. It seems that some judge’s daughter who was into local color interviewed one of them in the 1870s, and she got the whole story.”
“So they won’t get the land,” said Elizabeth sadly.
“Well, actually, it seems they will.” He explained Comfrey Stecoah’s politics. “He just got a letter from the Bureau of Indian Affairs, and they’ve scheduled a hearing to discuss tribal status.”
“Does the bureau know the truth about them?”
“Not yet. But I think Comfrey is right about their reaction. This morning the Asheville Citizen ran a story about Amelanchier being charged with murder, and in the middle of the story they explained about the Cullowhees’ not being Indians.” He paused for effect. “The headline read: Indian Healer Charged with Murder. Of course, most people will remember the headline and forget the truth buried in paragraph five.”
Elizabeth sighed. “So they’d have gotten the land anyway. Amelanchier didn’t have to protect the secret. She’s going to prison for nothing!”
“Don’t count on it!” said Milo bitterly. He would never forgive the old woman for the murder of Alex. “She spent about twelve hours in jail, and I’d be surprised if she ever saw the inside of one again. By eight yesterday morning some hot-shot lawyer from Atlanta was up here taking her case for free. He specializes in minority rights. Also in movie rights, from what I hear.”
“Well, she is an old woman,” Elizabeth pointed out. “You couldn’t put her in the penitentiary. Is there going to be a trial?”
“Oh, sure! Everybody is looking forward to that. Half the Cherokee Wigwam Motel is already booked up to newsmen. They’re comparing this to the trial of Geronimo.” He shook his head sadly. “I’ll tell you who is going to jail, though. Bevel Harkness.”
“Really? Is he the one who broke your computer?”
“Yes-and he swears Amelanchier put him up to it, too. She must have tried that before resorting to murder. But that’s the least of Harkness’ problems. I doubt if he’ll even be tried for it.”
“Why not?”
“Because when Pilot Barnes went out to arrest him for breaking and entering, the strip-mining company was out there on the Harkness farm. They were scheduled to do a test strip on his land.”
“That isn’t illegal, is it?”
Milo shrugged. “It’s not what they arrested him for. You see, while he was arguing with Pilot over being arrested, the bulldozer turned up a skeleton.”
Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “The ringer?”
“Pilot says there was a deputy’s badge alongside it. He came to the hospital yesterday and asked me to help Dr. Putnam with a positive I.D. We still have to check dental records, but we’re already sure it’s the sheriff’s nephew.”
“It seems I missed most of the excitement while I was camping at death’s door,” said Elizabeth dryly.
“You provided a lot of it, too,” Milo told her. “We were pretty worried about you.”
“Good.”
“How did you like the dig?” asked Milo hesitantly. “I mean, aside from the… ah… unusual circumstances?”
“I think I’d like to try again,” said Elizabeth softly.
Milo understood her to mean more than her choice of careers, but he decided not to press his luck just then. Before he could phrase another question on the subject, the nurse appeared in the doorway carrying an arrangement of flowers.
Elizabeth looked questioningly at Milo, who coughed and said: “Jake is bringing one from me.”
“It isn’t from Bill,” she said thoughtfully, taking the envelope out. “I know him better than that.”
Elizabeth took out the card, read it, and looked up at Milo with a puzzled frown. “Milo, who is Duncan Johnson?”
Sharyn McCrumb
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