more questions after I talk to the others. Where will you be?â
The college kids pulled a tarp off the load in the Dodgeâs bed. The sheriff was surprised to see a stuffed buffalo in there. Daphne was more interested in one of the workers, a blond guy who had peeled off his shirt and revealed washboard abs.
âIâm gonna see if I can use somebodyâs computer,â she said. âCheck my email, maybe watch some music videos. I mean, itâs been like a week.â
The sheriff didnât ask for further clarification. He was sure any of the young men who crowded this camp would be able to tell him where Daphne was if he needed her again.
The sheriff turned back to the Dodge. âA stuffed buffalo, huh?â
The man he addressed was older, but not old, hair dark but graying dramatically and prematurely. The sheriff guessed he wasnât a student.
âWow! You must be another example of local law enforcement, with powers of deduction like that.â
The sheriff was wearing jeans and boots and a cotton shirt, as well as his Stetson. His badge was pinned over his heart. Wise guy, he thought. He was still upset about what had happened with Judy this morning. He briefly considered inviting the man to visit the Benteen County jail until his attorney, wherever he might be, maneuvered through local legal channels and forced him to be charged or released. Too bad he didnât work that way. Besides, the guy had obviously had to deal with Wynn Some.
The sheriff decided to give him a second chance. âIt doesnât take deductive powers so much as getting enough votes every four years. Iâm Sheriff English. Who are you and whatâs the buffalo for?â
âSorry, Iâm having a bad day.â The man had the good sense to seem faintly embarrassed. âIâm Bradley Davis, Brad, director of this mini-series turned major disaster. Iâve filmed all over the globeâincluding in the middle of civil warsâand never lost a cast or crew member until now. Then one of your deputies spent the morning asking everyone here, including me, why we killed the kid.â
âGood help is hard to find on our budget. Whatâs with the buffalo?â
âUhh, target practice, actually.â
âBows and arrows?â
âYeah.â The man brushed some dirt from his cargo pants and adjusted his polo shirt. âThatâs probably not a good thing to admit right now, is it? But look, you know what weâre trying to do out here, right?â
âPretend I donât.â
âYou get PBS?â
âWith a satellite dish,â the sheriff said. âOr cable, if you can afford to pay them to run you a hook-up. Most people have one or the other. Not much else to do here after dark, unless youâre young and in love.â
âHave you seen our program
Manor House
?
It ran just a few weeks ago. Or
Prairie House
last year?â
The sheriff nodded. âI saw
Prairie House
, and some of that last
Upstairs,
Downstairs
thing.â
Davis bobbed his head. âThen you know the concept. This is just like those programs. We take modern people, give them some basic training, then set them down in a historical lifestyle to see how they manage. Itâs high-brow reality TV.
Survivor
for people who wouldnât be caught dead watching
Survivor
.
âWeâre stretching things further with this one. Taking people back to the 1860s, sticking them into the daily routine of the people who shared these prairies with our ancestors.â
âCheyenne Indians, in this case.â
âExactly! And we thought it would be fun to find actual Native Americans, people who trace their ancestry to the way of life weâre trying to recreate. Only finding westernized Native Americans willing to try the old ways didnât turn out to be easy.â
Considering his brotherâs obsession with that very thing, the sheriff would have guessed