The corpse had been “ scalped, ” its palms and soles removed after death. Sergeant Jim Chee of the Navajo Tribal Police knows immediately he will have his hands full with this case, a certainty that is supported by the disturbing occurrences to follow. A mysterious nighttime plane crash, a vanishing shipment of cocaine, and a bizarre attack on a windmill only intensify Chee’ s fears. A dark and very ill wind is blowing through the Southwestern desert, a gale driven by Navajo sorcery and the white man’ s greed. It will sweep away everything unless Chee can somehow change the weather.