Page 12 of Chaos has a Name
The Reservation Police Department had been going through shakeup after shakeup. It hadn’t been stable since Callen Whitefox left years ago.
She was trying to micromanage the deputies, so no one got hurt.
Speaking of hurt…
Next on that babysitting list were the residents of the reservation.
The latter, for her, was far more difficult than the former.
Why?
Well, mostly because they liked to drink, shoot off guns, and poke each other with sharp objects while intoxicated.
If you’d seen one knife fight on the rez, you’d seen them all.
Now, she understood why no one wanted this job after Callen Whitefox left all of those years ago.
It was like being the ringmaster at a circus. Oh, and the clowns were out of control.
It was ridiculous.
There wasn’t a day that went by where she didn’t question how she’d gotten wrangled into this mess.
Oh, yeah.
Now, she remembered.
Her father, Lance Running Wolf, was on the council, and he recommended her for the job over everyone—and she hadn’t even wanted it.
But no one said no to her father—except her on rare occasions.
Plus, a girl had to eat and pay for her cabin.
Yeah, all of this was a steep learning curve.
That was for sure.
While she had her training to be a cop, she had zero training when it came to the countless issues that came up on the reservation.
Like what to do with two natives trying to kill each other?
Or what to do when someone stole their neighbor’s car, only to find out that that person stole it from someone else?
Did you arrest?
Ignore?
Or pray for your sanity?
Yeah, all of that was a slippery slope.
The last thing she wanted to do was piss off anyone on the council, but sometimes, she did just that. What Rayna had learned was the outsiders’ laws didn’t always translate on the reservation.
In fact, they rarely did.
The Chief was so far up her ass that she had nightmares that he was coming to her door at all hours of the day just to watch her screw something up.
Sad.
