Chapter 8Otter agreed my Spirit Dream foretold a bloody conflagration yet to come, but the joy and dancing I described puzzled him. He looked out over the prairie beyond Turtle Crick for a long moment without speaking.
“I know of only one thing such as what you speak. But it was in the past, so it cannot be a part of your forward-looking vision.”
“Tell me about it anyway.”
He spoke of a northern Paiute prophet named Hawthorne Wodziwob who lived on the Walker River Reservation in a place called Nevada. The region had been devastated by a typhoid outbreak that wiped out huge numbers of tribesmen. Others were lost to drought and starvation. A year or so after these calamities, people began listening to a self-proclaimed shaman who must have come from the Fish Lake Region because he was als
