MEANWHILE, BACK AT INVISIBLE...

               ...Chief Iron Heart pulled up his Chevy van in front of 

          the Bishop's office in Fargo.  He had driven two hours to get 

          there, but the Bishop's demand for an investigation into the 

          mysterious disappearance of Father Vincent had caused him to 

          interrupt his busy schedule.  If only Father Vincent hadn't 

          disappeared just when the smashing of the peyote ceremonies 

          gave someone a reason for killing him--

               I pray Two Ways wasn't involved in this, Chief Iron 

          Heart thought as he pulled up in front of the Bishop's house.

               He got out of the van, walked up the sidewalk to the 

          front door of the palatial structure, Gothic in its design; 

          tall spires.  He rang the doorbell three times; he heard 

          heavy chimes coming from inside.

               A housekeeper met him.  She was middle-aged and fat; and 

          the bishop was even older and even fatter--had he been Two Ways, 

          Chief Iron Heart would've suspected the woman of being the 

          Bishop's mistress, but he was a good Catholic, and if you couldn't 

          believe in your priests, who could you trust in?  

               Not the blasphemous drug cult.

               Chief Iron Heart introduced himself.

               "Pleased to meet you, Iron Heart.  Sit down," the Bishop 

          said, taking a cigarette from a case.  "What can I do for 

          you?  Want a cigarette?"

               "I will smoke; I have some generic cigarettes--as I 

          said, I am Chief of the Reservation outside Invisible City.  

          I have come to plead with you, do not press for a police 

          investigation.  Let our Tribal Police handle the matter--just 

          because he is gone, doesn't mean he was murdered--"

               "I will swear to you, he was murdered," Bishop Thomas 

          Cleaver said, lighting his cigarette.  "I know," the Bishop 

          continued, "Because he was fighting that peyote religion you 

          have up there--devil-worshipers, all of them," he said, blowing 

          smoke from his nostrils.  "One of them got mad, retaliated.  I 

          have good reason to suspect it was that Two Ways fellow...or else 

          why did he disappear just after the murder?"

               Chief Iron Heart said, "I have known Two Ways since he 

          was a boy, and I can swear that he is not the kind who would 

          kill.  That is not the peyote way, I must say even though I am not 

          a peyote advocate.  Much as I approved of your priest fighting the 

          drug cults, I must caution you that these people--the Native 

          American Church--they wouldn't have committed such a crime."

               "Are you one of them, then?" the Bishop asked, the 

          cherry on his cigarette glowing as he took another deep puff, 

          reflecting in the glossy lipstick of the housekeeper as she 

          dusted the furniture. 

               "No.  I do not use the psychedelic drugs.  But I know 

          when a medicine man says, 'I will fight you in the sky,' it 

          means he will use the peyote magic to kill..."

               "To kill!" the Bishop exclaimed.  "You said it, I didn't."

               "...using peyote magic," the Chief continued.  "Using 

          peyote magic, for Christ's sake; we both worship Christ!  How 

          are a bunch of stoned Indians at a peyote ceremony going to 

          kill a man with magic?  It's just magic, and you know what 

          magic is...why, it's all bogus!  Suppose they did hold a 

          ceremony to fight Father Vincent in the sky.  They would say 

          a few prayers, and then they'd go home loaded and forget 

          about it the next morning."

               The Bishop objected, "The very fact that you were there 

          when this Horse Feathers--"

               "His name is Four Feathers," Chief Iron Heart said.

               "You were there when this Four Feathers made his threat.  

          You heard him!  I'm calling the Police!  They'll want to hear 

          about this!"

               Chief Iron Heart stood to leave, saying, "I see that 

          there is nothing I can do to change your belief that my 

          people conspired against your priest.  I will leave you 

          now--though you have smashed my belief in the goodness of the 

          Church just as Father Vincent smashed the meetings of the peyote 

          church.  Lord forgive me if I've said anything blasphemous--but I 

          must defend my people, just as Geronimo had to defend his." 

               "And I am coming into Invisible this coming Sunday for a 

          special Mass to pray for Father Vincent," the Bishop said.  

          "I trust the culprit will have been found by then."

               Chief Iron Heart was escorted to the door by the fat 

          matronly woman, got into his Chevy van once more and left as he 

          had come:  alone.  

               The beat up old machine carried him out onto Dawn's 

          Highway, where he roared along, smoking generic cigar-

          ettes--chain-smoking; he was nervous.  Very nervous.

               When he got back to the Reservation the Police were 

          everywhere, turning over every stone, looking for clues.

               They won't find anything, Chief Iron Heart thought.  

          Jerome fought him in the sky; then caught himself:  Whoa!  

          I'm almost beginning to believe it myself!

               A Policewoman, Cindy Bender, approached Iron Heart.  

          It'd been a year since he'd lost his wife; he was 

          contemplating asking the young brunette with the large breasts and 

          the comely hips for a date--

               "We need your fingerprints, chief," she said.

               "What?  You mean even I am under suspicion?"  Suddenly a 

          damper was put on his arousal. 

               "Right, chief.  Hold out your hand.  The boys are going 

          over the rectory with a fine-tooth comb, but so far we've 

          come up with zilch.  The only real clue we have is that 

          George Two Ways was seen to threaten Father Vincent at the 

          peyote-smashing a week ago.  His sister claims he's in Peru; 

          that she drove him to the airport--he did apply for a pass-

          port, but that could just be a cover...I think she's covering 

          up for him.  We're putting out an APB for George Two Ways!"

               Chief Iron Heart reluctantly submitted to the finger-

          print test, then, black ink staining his fingers, approached 

          Tina.  "Tina, is it true--did George leave for Peru?"

               She replied, trying to act brave in the midst of all this 

          commotion, "I personally drove him to the airport."

               "Is there any way to contact him in Peru?" Chief Iron 

          Heart asked.  

               "He was to spend an apprenticeship with a teacher known 

          only as the Ancient One in the Andes, a place accessible only 

          on foot."

               "Then we are trapped," Chief Iron Heart said, heart sinking.

               "Worse than that," Tina said.  "I'm the next suspect."

               And so the two walked hand in hand to Bear Creek park 

          and watched a couple of deer playing, forgetting for the 

          moment that it is possible to see the world--two ways.

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