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It was early-Fall. Summer had come to an end, the waning-sun had began its last high, hot and strong course. Heading toward the West as day’s long-dwelling and refuge, instilling landscape. The sandy drifts spewed-out along the outer-banks of a corroding, devoid-pass… A tawny-brown hand delves into the back of the river in-splutter and splash. Pulling-out a finger-full of sediment, putting up to smell-it, having an alkaline odor. He then returns it to Her-Mother. The man dressed in chamois, light-brown jacket western-jeans, brown leather-boots and Indian-decor, dark brown silk-shirt. The river “Red” flows calmly, around the bend were nesting-birds, grazing-deer and other creatures sit, unseen. BO Jon Little horse P.I. on the case looks east then west, toward the setting-sun, heading-toward nightfall. BO Jon Little horse, was the official-detective on the case-in a murder of a young-woman now, dead 42- hours… Hired, by considered-suspect, Susan Partridge. The deceased, found faced-down near the site. Police crime-unit had left the remnants-of the investigations, no more than 8-hours-earlier… BO, was asked to take-on the case 18-hours earlier. First, to meet with her, for questioning; 2-hours, by SUV, not his-vehicle, to reach the Red and undertake his end of what would assist Ms. Partridge… He walked the area, using his Indian keen-sense of observation, to see things others ignored. The weapon-used; a military-rifle at point-blank range. …This, lending to a possibility that the victim knew her-assailant. BO Jon was still ruminating this aspect. He had come from Reno, where the defendant lived, was head-curator for the Lincoln museum. Sheila Brown, a talented museum-associate at the Lincoln Art Gallery last-alive, leaving-on vacation from her close-friend’s place disinterested parties claimed of others… It had been a sobering-occurrence; a single-individual angled-into suspicion or official-indictment… …She liked ‘details’, intrinsic and statements in-colors, anything having-”hues”… She’d seen the Yellow-River, the Cote D’ Azure(Blue coast), the Irish Isles and many other color-oriented places. She’d went with Susan, and on sabbaticals alone. Susan fed this-hobby, giving-support and interests. In late-summer, she’d planned a trip to Red-river, not far-from home. She’d planned to stay no-more than a few days. As she headed-off to Texas, she’d bid goodbye and it would-be the last-time she’d see her alive. A bittersweet-end to a friend’s demise… Of this and other mote, Susan gave as much of her knowledge and perception of days and events leading up to her friend’s end. As private-hours together passed both gained trust-in what would be the next-step… BO Jon, gave his opinion of what he would try his best, to do. This conversing, delineating and expository was now, in his-notes and considerations… Driving from her-home that night, he received arrangements for a new off-road vehicle, and in-deliberating that he had the factors to pursue at the site, and in the area. BO-accessed through attorneys all-discovered and uncovered evidence and what crime-scene-contentions had in all aspects. BO Jon had the greater-value of what would be a greater-’weight’ of his case, under his-belt, by one thought in-causation…
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The original book-on Bo Jon Little horse P.i. ...Native-American, private-investigator. In 14-tales to and from the differing standpoints. The situations and as substantial-suspense to solve, protect, apprehending-pretense and violators brought to justice. Read all original-book. A mystery-detective novel.
It was early-Fall. Summer had come to an end, the waning-sun had began its last high, hot and strong course. Heading toward the West as day’s long-dwelling and refuge, instilling landscape. The sandy drifts spewed-out along the outer-banks of a corroding, devoid-pass… A tawny-brown hand delves into the back of the river in-splutter and splash. Pulling-out a finger-full of sediment, putting up to smell-it, having an alkaline odor. He then returns it to Her-Mother. The man dressed in chamois, light-brown jacket western-jeans, brown leather-boots and Indian-decor, dark brown silk-shirt. The river “Red” flows calmly, around the bend were nesting-birds, grazing-deer and other creatures sit, unseen. BO Jon Little horse P.I. on the case looks east then west, toward the setting-sun, heading-toward nightfall. BO Jon Little horse, was the official-detective on the case-in a murder of a young-woman now, dead 42- hours… Hired, by considered-suspect, Susan Partridge. The deceased, found faced-down near the site. Police crime-unit had left the remnants-of the investigations, no more than 8-hours-earlier… BO, was asked to take-on the case 18-hours earlier. First, to meet with her, for questioning; 2-hours, by SUV, not his-vehicle, to reach the Red and undertake his end of what would assist Ms. Partridge… He walked the area, using his Indian keen-sense of observation, to see things others ignored. The weapon-used; a military-rifle at point-blank range. …This, lending to a possibility that the victim knew her-assailant. BO Jon was still ruminating this aspect. He had come from Reno, where the defendant lived, was head-curator for the Lincoln museum. Sheila Brown, a talented museum-associate at the Lincoln Art Gallery last-alive, leaving-on vacation from her close-friend’s place disinterested parties claimed of others… It had been a sobering-occurrence; a single-individual angled-into suspicion or official-indictment… …She liked ‘details’, intrinsic and statements in-colors, anything having-”hues”… She’d seen the Yellow-River, the Cote D’ Azure(Blue coast), the Irish Isles and many other color-oriented places. She’d went with Susan, and on sabbaticals alone. Susan fed this-hobby, giving-support and interests. In late-summer, she’d planned a trip to Red-river, not far-from home. She’d planned to stay no-more than a few days. As she headed-off to Texas, she’d bid goodbye and it would-be the last-time she’d see her alive. A bittersweet-end to a friend’s demise… Of this and other mote, Susan gave as much of her knowledge and perception of days and events leading up to her friend’s end. As private-hours together passed both gained trust-in what would be the next-step… BO Jon, gave his opinion of what he would try his best, to do. This conversing, delineating and expository was now, in his-notes and considerations… Driving from her-home that night, he received arrangements for a new off-road vehicle, and in-deliberating that he had the factors to pursue at the site, and in the area. BO-accessed through attorneys all-discovered and uncovered evidence and what crime-scene-contentions had in all aspects. BO Jon had the greater-value of what would be a greater-’weight’ of his case, under his-belt, by one thought in-causation…
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