Death Is Written

As curator of the Lodgepole Historical Museum, Helen knew the instant she bent down to retrieve a weathered and beaten little book under the floorboards of the 200 year old homestead cabin that fame and fortune were wrapped within the the torn jacket of the book. She'd have to get her hair done, of course, before the photographers came rushing through the doors of the little museum; maybe a new dress, too, for the tv news crews out of Billings. What she didn't count on was the problem of death.

Now, who would have cause to crush Helen's head and leaved her lying on the buffalo skins across from the Indian Artifacts display? Her fresh hair style and new dress looked just grand on her as she lay in state in Parlor Number Two in Jacobson's Funerary Establishment. Looks like somebody didn't want the book to see the light of day.