Moon of Two Dark Horses (by Sally M. Keehn)

The darkly foreboding, mystical atmosphere is set up by the narrator, Coshmoo, who is dead. His spirit whispers the story on the wind in the branches of an ash tree. His tale is filled with portents and metaphorical visions, and told in the kind of lyrical language that stories of Native Americans tend to inspire.

Pervaded by a sense of urgency and impending disaster, as the age-old cycle of revenge and hatred begins to replay along the Susquehanna River, this compelling novel flows ever faster to its inevitable, tragic conclusion.