Basia J Wolf



January 2015

This time, it’s personal…

Karen awoke at the sound of a car door slamming.  She leapt off the bed and peered through the curtains.  Elvis Tweedy was in her yard. She opened the window.

“Hey bro,” she called, “what’s up?”
He just said: “Shayna’s missing.”
Goosebumps rattled over her skin. She bolted the window shut and raced to the door.
“Come in.”
“You ok?” he said. “We been ringing you for the past hour.”
Her eyes fell on her cell, on one of the kitchen chairs. She picked it up. Missed calls from Frankie. From the NDCI. From Sal. And the missed call the night before from Shayna. She sank onto the chair.

Tweedy hovered by the door.
“I missed a call from her last night,” Karen groaned, “around midnight. Shit, I should have called her right back.”
“Better tell Fontaine,” said Tweedy. He looked exhausted. “That’s not all Karen.”
“What do you mean?”
“Come outside.”
She followed him into the piercing sunlight. God’s flashlight. Tweedy closed the door behind them. Stuck to the door with duct tape was a sheet of paper. The message, smeared and the color of dried blood read: Missing someone?

Karen stood numb under the shower. The water was cool and it felt good but it couldn’t wash away the heaviness in her heart. Now it was personal. Now he was going to get it. There was going to be no going to the pen. She dressed and twirled her gun in her fingers before sliding it into its holster. No. This was personal. She was going to put one of these rounds in that motherfucker’s brain and no one was going to convince her that anything else was the right thing to do. She pulled on her boots with the silver star studs, tightened her ponytail and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Shield on. Glock on. Game on.



The Summer of the Witch

As those of you who have followed me since the very beginning are aware, the working title for the first Detective Karen Yellowtail novel was Fields of the Seraphim (which for those of you up on obscure British Goth rock bands, you will know it’s a play on words).

However, this has always been a working title. Now, I can reveal to you the real one – The Summer of the Witch. This will be the first book in a trilogy of Karen Yellowtail novels featuring Special Agent Sal Fontaine. The trilogy will be entitled This Glittering World. This is a translation of the Navajo term for the world in which we live and because of its ‘glamour’ (the original meaning of the word, not the Hollywood version) is by far the most dangerous of all the worlds the Navajo have inhabited.

Right now, I’m in the throes of a lot of very exciting changes to the plot. New characters have arrived and have demanded their voices be heard. Karen Yellowtail’s social conscience becomes much more evident, with her open support of Nihígaal bee Iiná.

Thank you for your continued support and words of encouragement. This is going to be the year of Karen Yellowtail.


PS: Just a little thank you to Angela Bell and Ira Vandever. They know who they are.


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A Tribe Called Red

Music is a huge inspiration while writing scenes with different characters. Who inspires me the most when I am writing scenes and dialogue featuring the heroine of the novel, Detective Karen Yellowtail of the Navajo Department of Criminal Investigations? Nataanii Means, Tyler Peyron and these guys, A Tribe Called Red.

Mixing cutting edge electronic music with traditional pow wow vocals and drumming, they’ve come to represent the musical heart and soul of what it means to be Karen Yellowtail. Lately favorite tracks include The Road (the video of which is posted below) and Burn Your Village To The Ground, featuring a sample of Wednesday Addams’ Thanksgiving speech from the movie Addams Family Values.


Karen Yellowtail stands for integrity, protection, dedication and pride. The music that she listens to is the same. It’s rebel heart, kick-ass warrior, true pride.


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