(11/10/2012)
Leoni Russell lives in the Pacific Northwest during the mid-'80's, where she works with her husband as an ethnologist and oysterman. The work is grueling and the weather is punishing. Her father was an ethnologist as well, and, on his deathbed, made her promise to marry his partner, who is 20 years her senior. An Indian, called Uncle Tom, is very much in their lives as well as other local Native Americans. Leoni and her husband, Junius, collect artifacts and fossils from the surrounding area for shiphment to the Smithsonion Museum in Washington. Leoni finds a basket in the river which contains the mummy of a woman who appears to be ancient, and soon after, her husband's estranged son appears. Her dreams, the son's intrusion into her life and the warnings of a Native American woman lead her to question the life she has lead. There is a mystery involved and as the narrative continues, the mystery and the lives involved unravel.
The author brings the narrative to an extremely exciting climax, and in the meantime, she draws her main characters fully.
The story and characters kept me engrossed throughout the story, and the big question involving the moral conflict of using items found in the sacred places of other peoples opposed to using the artifacts for historical research is posed throughout the book.