The adorable pumpkin

This is Bob, my pumkin man, who along with his friends often joined me at Halloween

Did you know that pumpkins are a fruit? Actually, a berry called a pepo because they contain seeds and develop from a flower.

I sometimes wonder what those first Europeans thought as they rampage through what would become the Americas when they discovered the indigenous folks cultivating those eye-catching orange gourds, a habit the locals had been practicing for about 9,000 years. In fact, those marauders didn’t even have a name for the hue pumpkins sported. It wasn’t until the 16th century, after the Portuguese introduced oranges to Europe, that “orange” become an officially recognized color.

All that said, this is the pumpkin time of year so their presence invades many aspects of our lives. First, we add them to our diet: pumpkin bread, pumpkin pie, pumpkin soup, pumpkin ravioli—yes, it’s a thing—pumpkin seeds, and the ubiquitous pumpkin spice latte, to name a few.

The good news is pumpkins are a healthy addition to one’s diet, discounting all that lovely butter, sugar, and cream we sometimes combine it with. Here’s what my AI friend told me: “Pumpkins are very good for you, offering a range of health benefits due to their high content of vitamins A, C, and E, fiber, and antioxidants like beta-carotene. These nutrients support vision, immune function, heart health, and healthy digestion, while the low-calorie, high-water content makes them excellent for weight management. Pumpkin seeds also provide beneficial fats, protein, fiber, and minerals.”  

But pumpkins as food is not enough. We so love our pumpkins we add their sweet-spicy-earthy smell to candles and soaps and face creams. And we hold pumpkin contests where we build contraptions to see who can hurl one the farthest and others where the point is to grow the most gigantic pumpkin possible, some of which approach 3,000 pounds.

But, best of all, it is the pumpkin that signals Halloween. Note here that my ancient Celtic ancestors originated the jack-o-lantern thing, even though there were no pumpkins in Ireland. Those people were forced to carve faces into potatoes and turnips, which couldn’t have been easy, so imagine their delight upon meeting a pumpkin, which improved those jack-o-lanterns exponentially.

When the kids were still home, we liked to dress up on Halloween. (In case you’re wondering, I paid hommage to Boudica, the Irish warrior queen who, for a time, managed to defeat the Roman invaders. Sadly, they eventually caught up to her, but her legend remains.)

It’s probably no surprise that as a descendant of all those red-headed revelers Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. Though I was never very skilled at carving, I was enthusiastic, which had me cutting a lot of those little guys for the big day. When the kids were at home and not quite so grown up, we made a party with all those pumpkins. We even built a pumpkin man called Bob, that frequently freaked out the local children.

The point is, no matter what you do with pumpkins, it’s clear many of us find them adorable. So here’s to the pumpkin! May it ever color our lives.

Wolf Catcher

Anne Montgomery

Historical Fiction

In 1939, archeologists uncovered a tomb at the Northern Arizona site called Ridge Ruin. The man, bedecked in fine turquoise jewelry and intricate bead work, was surrounded by wooden swords with handles carved into animal hooves and human hands. The Hopi workers stepped back from the grave, knowing what the Moochiwimi sticks meant. This man, buried nine hundred years earlier, was a magician.

Former television journalist Kate Butler hangs on to her investigative reporting career by writing freelance magazine articles. Her research on The Magician shows he bore some European facial characteristics and physical qualities that made him different from the people who buried him. Her quest to discover The Magician’s origin carries her back to a time when the high desert world was shattered by the birth of a volcano and into the present-day dangers of archeological looting where black market sales of antiquities can lead to murder.

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Ginger witches, black cats, and nonconforming women

If I were actually a witch, I’d cast a spell and look like this. (A girl can dream.)

While I sometimes worry about our turbulent times, I often reflect on the fact that things could be significantly worse. Consider the late 1700s, for example, when I probably would have been running for my life. My crime? I’m a ginger. In fact, the first thing the doctor said to my mother as I was zooming out of the womb—I say zooming because I came precariously close to being born in the backseat of a cab—was, “It has red hair!”

We who are gingers were considered rather suspect several centuries back, the bright hue of our locks sparking ideas that we might consort with the devil in our spare time. While there are no exact records, it’s estimated that many thousands of gingers were executed between the 16th and 18th centuries.

But we redheads were not the only ones targeted as witches, and another motive for securing one’s neighbor to a stake for a barbeque might surprise you. While the usual religiosity sparked witchy rumors, many of the accusations were of a more fiscal variety. The vast majority of those accused of sorcery were, of course, women. No surprise there. But many were widows. It seems that back then women could only own property if they inherited it from their husbands, and sometimes they held the titles to nice farms and shops and maybe the local pub, possessions that sparked envy in others in the community. So, if one could get say an impressionable young girl to swear that a woman had tried to bewitch her, the pitchforks came out in force. When said witch was convicted and executed, her property was taken by the authorities and offered for sale. Hummm?

You’re probably wondering, in the absence of convincing testimony, how the locals could prove a woman was a witch. My favorite was the old tie-her-up-and-throw-her-in-the-water test. It seems the defendant was bound and heaved into the nearest stream or lake where the townsfolk stood and watched…waiting. If the woman in question managed to undo her bonds and escape, she was clearly guilty and would be burned at the stake. As for the ones who drowned, they were pronounced innocent of practicing witchcraft with the locals giving themselves an oopsy.

I suppose I shouldn’t worry about any of this, as my red locks have faded and no longer stand out. But there’s also the issue of freckles that some believe are “witch’s marks”, so called evidence that I’ve made a pact with Satan. Gosh! There’s no hiding those. (Note here that I prefer to think of my freckles as chocolate chips, but I digress.)

And then there’s the black-cat thing. While I’m currently down to one such kitty, I’ve had a bunch over the course of my life. But you non-cat folks shouldn’t feel too smug because you’re not out of the haunted forest yet. It was once believed that anyone with a pet of any kind was suspected of sorcery.

Then there are those of us who exhibit clearly nonconformist behavior. I’ve spent my whole life speeding down that particular highway: sports reporter, umpire, referee. If there was a place I didn’t fit in, I’d find it and set up housekeeping.

Under the circumstances, I’m glad I live in today’s world where people are kind and accepting and give one another the benefit of the doubt.

Oh, wait.

Wolf Catcher

Anne Montgomery

Historical Fiction

In 1939, archeologists uncovered a tomb at the Northern Arizona site called Ridge Ruin. The man, bedecked in fine turquoise jewelry and intricate bead work, was surrounded by wooden swords with handles carved into animal hooves and human hands. The Hopi workers stepped back from the grave, knowing what the Moochiwimi sticks meant. This man, buried nine hundred years earlier, was a magician.

Former television journalist Kate Butler hangs on to her investigative reporting career by writing freelance magazine articles. Her research on The Magician shows he bore some European facial characteristics and physical qualities that made him different from the people who buried him. Her quest to discover The Magician’s origin carries her back to a time when the high desert world was shattered by the birth of a volcano and into the present-day dangers of archeological looting where black market sales of antiquities can lead to murder.

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“Ass to the grass!” A useful phrase when driving

See all those bits of blue? Those are places where one must drive on the left side of the road. It takes a little practice, but the phrase, “ass to the grass” helps immensely. (The green dot is the little island of St. Croix where I have a home.)

A while back, I stared at my 90-something mother who was looking up through the steering wheel of her Ford Fusion. My father had, of his own accord, prudently decided to quit driving, but Mom was holding on. Finally, I bought the car and with no vehicle to drive the problem was solved.

I didn’t get the big deal back then, but I do now. While I’ve been driving since I was 16, for the past four years I have been chauffeured around à la Miss Daisy whenever my sweetie pie and I were on the island of St. Croix where we have a home. The reason? Simple. We rented cars and to add another driver would have cost an extra $25 a day. Since we stay for months at a time that adds up, so I resigned myself to riding shotgun.

Until now. The local Avis rental facility was having a fleet sale, and after a modicum of deliberation, we drove off in a cute, shiny blue Nissan Kick, a sort of baby SUV. We needed nothing big—since the island is only 28 miles long and seven miles wide—and there’s no point in buying a fancy car when one lives beside the sea. While the view is lovely, the salt spray eats vehicles in an inordinately short amount of time.

When Ryan handed me my set of keys, I felt a tingle of excitement and maybe just a bit of anxiety. My apprehension was understandable when you consider that on St. Croix people drive on the left side of the road, like they do in England and 75 other countries worldwide, mostly due to the legacy of the British Empire.

Here’s my new car. Isn’t she cute? Now I can drive around St. Croix. The only thing is the steering wheel is on the left side and we must drive on the left. It takes a bit of getting used to.

In case you’re wondering, Americans prefer the right side because back when horses were pulling wagons, the driver generally sat on the left side of the buckboard to better see what was coming their way. So, when cars started populating the roads they took up the right side. Old man Ford of the Ford Motor Company—ever the entrepreneur—started producing automobiles with the steering wheel situated on the left side to accommodate the new American drivers, and it is those cars that populate my little island. So we drive on the left side of the road while also manning the vehicle from the left side.

Admittedly, it takes a little getting used to. Those right hand turns in traffic—or what passes for traffic here—can make one pause. In any case, I feel as if I’ve got my mojo back. There is a certain sense of freedom in picking up the keys and saying, “See ya!” But as I buckle up, I have to remember that useful little phrase when driving on the left side of the road: “Ass to the grass!”

Wolf Catcher

Anne Montgomery

Historical Fiction

In 1939, archeologists uncovered a tomb at the Northern Arizona site called Ridge Ruin. The man, bedecked in fine turquoise jewelry and intricate bead work, was surrounded by wooden swords with handles carved into animal hooves and human hands. The Hopi workers stepped back from the grave, knowing what the Moochiwimi sticks meant. This man, buried nine hundred years earlier, was a magician.

Former television journalist Kate Butler hangs on to her investigative reporting career by writing freelance magazine articles. Her research on The Magician shows he bore some European facial characteristics and physical qualities that made him different from the people who buried him. Her quest to discover The Magician’s origin carries her back to a time when the high desert world was shattered by the birth of a volcano and into the present-day dangers of archeological looting where black market sales of antiquities can lead to murder.

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Social-emotional learning: What’s the problem?

A child in crisis needs more than than classroom lessons. They need to learn how to handle their emotions.

I’ve been thinking about social-emotional learning lately and wondering what all the fuss is about. I say this as a person who entered the classroom at 45 with little understanding of my job.

I became a teacher following a reporting career where absolute professionalism was required 100% of the time: dependability, competence, punctuality, and strong communication skills were compulsory every minute of every day. So it’s perhaps not surprising that I required the same of my high school students. I truly believed I was preparing them for the “real world” and had no doubts about holding them accountable.

When a colleague pulled me aside and pointed out that I was dealing with children and could perhaps be a bit nicer, I scoffed. That most of my students hated me was obvious, still I believed I was right.

I finally began to understand the day I dragged a habitually late student from my first period class. As I was lecturing him about how he would fail in life if he couldn’t manage to be on time, he stared at his shoes. Then the 14-year old stared up at me. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Montgomery. I had to sleep on my uncle’s couch last night and I don’t understand the bus system from there. And I don’t know where I’m going to sleep at night and…”

And…that’s when the lightbulb went off. I was haranguing a homeless child. I instantly realized that punctuality and school work might certainly take a backseat when one is homeless. Note here that I taught in a Title I school where the vast majority of my students lived in poverty, so many dealt with hunger, abuse, gangs, neglect, foster care and all of the other ills that often live in that realm.

And what does this have to do with social-emotional learning? Everything. A child in stress needs both physical and emotional assistance. At my school we fed hungry children and provided clothing, shoes, back packs, and toiletries to those in need. We also listened. I made it a point to get to know all of my students to determine if there was anything I could do to make them more comfortable in the classroom. And, when my limited skills were not enough, I called in our social worker, who worked tirelessly behind the scenes helping kids in crisis.

So, while the role of a teacher is to impart subject matter to students, we can’t do that effectively unless children are able to manage the stresses in their lives. We have to help them acquire the skills and understanding to manage the many emotions they face in healthy constructive ways. Because if we don’t, some might give in to despair and one day pick up a weapon.

And that is social-emotional learning.

So tell me, please, why do so many people think this process is inherently evil?

Wolf Catcher

Anne Montgomery

Historical Fiction

In 1939, archeologists uncovered a tomb at the Northern Arizona site called Ridge Ruin. The man, bedecked in fine turquoise jewelry and intricate bead work, was surrounded by wooden swords with handles carved into animal hooves and human hands. The Hopi workers stepped back from the grave, knowing what the Moochiwimi sticks meant. This man, buried nine hundred years earlier, was a magician.

Former television journalist Kate Butler hangs on to her investigative reporting career by writing freelance magazine articles. Her research on The Magician shows he bore some European facial characteristics and physical qualities that made him different from the people who buried him. Her quest to discover The Magician’s origin carries her back to a time when the high desert world was shattered by the birth of a volcano and into the present-day dangers of archeological looting where black market sales of antiquities can lead to murder.

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Designer pets: Let’s stop breeding them

All my dogs, including Sadie and Bella, came from the streets or shelters. And I can’t believe they would have been better pets if they were some special breed and not plain old mutts.

I read the newspaper every day. The actual paper one. (For those who don’t understand, google it.) Note that because I worked in the sports world most of my life, I always begin with the sports section and I’m always dismayed when I turn to the last page, because that’s where the pet ads are. I always flip past these blurbs, because, well, they depress me.

Does anyone really need to spend thousands of dollars on a puppy or kitten? Before I go on, yes, I understand that in certain circumstances dogs with specific capabilities are warranted. Working dogs that can sniff out cancer or alert their owners to an oncoming seizure. Animals that assist the police and rescue workers and ranchers. I get that. But, people, do you really need to obtain the most popular breed of the moment? Is it so important that you have that squatty little French Bulldog to show off?

This is where I’ve annoyed quite a few of you and if we were facing one another you would politely detail all the wonderful characteristics of your designer pet. I’d especially like to talk to those of you who think it’s just fine to breed deformed cats with short little legs. Creatures that can be easily injured by jumping and climbing who have little chance of survival in the outside world, but they are so dang cute in those social media posts we manufacture them anyway.

I am completely baffled by all of this. I have had a dozen dogs over the course of my life and tended to at least 40 cats. Every one of them came from the streets or shelters, abandoned by pet owners  who figured they were disposable or the product of people who felt neutering and spaying are just not that important.

Morgan and Westin, two of the forty cats I’ve tended over the years, were animals no one wanted. I can’t tell you how much joy they gave me.

Last year 5.8 million animals entered shelters nationwide. Though 4.2 million were adopted, 607,000 animals were euthanized. Note this last fact was a kindness. People can blather all they want about no-kill shelters, but eventually animals, especially dogs, gets depressed and there are no other alternatives. Keeping them alive in cages is just cruel.

Imagine, then, if we stopped propagating dogs and cats for their “special” looks and visited those shelters instead. For one thing, if you take your time and look around, you might find the breed you’re looking for since some pet owners are prone to dumping their animals when they’re no longer cute little babies. Large breed doges especially fall into this category. But the best thing you’ll find at the shelter are mixed breeds, those beautiful sometimes awkward-looking creatures who, thanks to the diversity of their genes, are healthier overall than animals who’ve been bred. And please don’t keep focusing on puppies and kittens. Older dogs and cats are less needy and much easier to deal with.

But remember to think twice before making that commitment. Make sure a pet is right for you, because once you take that animal home, it’s yours for the life of the creature. Worried about that new baby? There’s a possibility you might have to move? You’re very busy and might not have the time needed for a pet? You’re struggling with your finances and might not be able to handle veterinary expenses? Please think before bringing that animal home, because there’s nothing sadder than a dog or cat that’s just been locked in a cage, abandoned by its family.

Wolf Catcher

Anne Montgomery

Historical Fiction

In 1939, archeologists uncovered a tomb at the Northern Arizona site called Ridge Ruin. The man, bedecked in fine turquoise jewelry and intricate bead work, was surrounded by wooden swords with handles carved into animal hooves and human hands. The Hopi workers stepped back from the grave, knowing what the Moochiwimi sticks meant. This man, buried nine hundred years earlier, was a magician.

Former television journalist Kate Butler hangs on to her investigative reporting career by writing freelance magazine articles. Her research on The Magician shows he bore some European facial characteristics and physical qualities that made him different from the people who buried him. Her quest to discover The Magician’s origin carries her back to a time when the high desert world was shattered by the birth of a volcano and into the present-day dangers of archeological looting where black market sales of antiquities can lead to murder.

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Who is creating these posts and more importantly why?

This picture ran with a story about a teacher who had been demoralized by the education system. The article was heartfelt and touching. The picture is fake. So is the story.

Do you ever actually check the Facebook pages of people who create posts you vehemently agree with? It’s so easy to scream. “Yeah! That’s exactly what I think!” and hit the share button, without considering where said clever piece of writing originated and why it was produced in the first place.

I did it myself recently with a story about a woman who spoke about losing the thrill of teaching as she sadly closed the door to her classroom for the last time. The story was well-written, but the fact that Mrs. Robinson, the teacher in question, lacked a first name or place of employment, and there was no identified writer was a tipoff that the piece was a fabrication. Still, the sentiment was spot on, especially when you consider that I spent 20 years teaching. I shared the story with the caveat that I while I understood the problems associated with the piece, I decided to pass it on, because I agreed with the comments within.

And it still bothers me.

Why? First, I was a reporter for about 15 years in both television and print. And like every other reporter out there, I wanted my name in big bold letters on the screen or at the top of my stories. A byline is the reason we’re out there. Our work is not supposed to be anonymous. Let’s face it, reporters—even back in the days before a handful were garnering huge paychecks for injecting their opinions into stories—have always wanted to take credit for their work.

Note that another story circulating recently cited a mother with Down’s syndrome who raised a woman who went on to become an astronaut. Wow! It was hard not to succumb to tears with that one. Still, since there are relatively few astronauts on the planet, it was easy to prove that the events depicted never occurred.  

So the question is why are unknown entities producing stories that are fictitious in order to get us to wantonly share them without thinking first. In the case of the teacher Mrs. Robinson, the Facebook page that appears to have produced it is called Things That Make you Think, a link that currently has 113,000 followers. There is no information about who might be at the helm of this site. All the posts appear to have AI generated photographs like the one above that are designed to draw sympathy from the reader. It’s probably a good bet that the story is also AI generated. The site is asking readers to subscribe, so in this case perhaps the incentive is purely financial. “Your support means the world. It helps us write more stories that heal the heart and stir the soul. Subscribe to “Things That Make You Think” to support our work—and unlock exclusive stories you won’t find anywhere else.”

Then there are the posts where famous people are doing or saying things that catch your eye. Like the one where Payton Manning escorts a boy with autism to his senior prom? Well, you’ve being conned again. This piece and others like it are fabricated. Why? I have no clue.

Here’s the thing. I love fictional stories. Gosh, I’ve written six traditionally published novels. I wouldn’t mind if the site explained that the stories are purely fiction, but the pieces are presented as true and I don’t like being lied to.

Other similar sites are clearly political. Both the right and left splash colorful, all-caps kinds of stories decrying the other side, utilizing often photoshopped and/or AI generated pictures and videos presented to make us angry. Maybe they’re hoping to shock you into handing over your credit card number. Consider Occupy Democrats, a site that back in 2022 was accused of raising $800,000 dollars for its so-called election fund, but donated none of the money to federal candidates and where a big chunk of that money went to one of the two brothers who run the site. Then there’s the Republican Tea Party Facebook page. The problem there is the link, teaparty.org, doesn’t exist, so is the site even affiliated with the political part of the same name? Do it’s 350,000 followers even care?  Their posts mirror those of Occupy Democrats, and while some of the facts included might be true, many times they’re exagerated and hyper-partisan, nothing more than click-bait to get readers enraged.

I just can’t stop wodering why real stories with real people and real facts composed by real writers aren’t enough. Perhaps we’re being intentionally desensitized to the truth, so that someday truth won’t matter.

That scares me.

Maybe it’s time we united and took a stand. If you think truth matters, join me and take a bit more time to read between the lines. Then think twice before hitting that share button.

Wolf Catcher

Anne Montgomery

Historical Fiction

In 1939, archeologists uncovered a tomb at the Northern Arizona site called Ridge Ruin. The man, bedecked in fine turquoise jewelry and intricate bead work, was surrounded by wooden swords with handles carved into animal hooves and human hands. The Hopi workers stepped back from the grave, knowing what the Moochiwimi sticks meant. This man, buried nine hundred years earlier, was a magician.

Former television journalist Kate Butler hangs on to her investigative reporting career by writing freelance magazine articles. Her research on The Magician shows he bore some European facial characteristics and physical qualities that made him different from the people who buried him. Her quest to discover The Magician’s origin carries her back to a time when the high desert world was shattered by the birth of a volcano and into the present-day dangers of archeological looting where black market sales of antiquities can lead to murder.

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Volcanoes: Symbols of destruction and life

The cinders of Sunset Crater Volcano “glow” because they are infused with iron oxide, which makes the mountain appear to be bathed in a sunset.

While researching my historical-fiction novel Wolf Catcher, which was recently rereleased by Next Chapter Publishing, I found myself immersed in volcanoes. The reason? The Sunset Crater Volcano, which rests outside of Flagstaff, Arizona, and is today a National Monument.

A cinder cone volcano is one of several types all of which form differently. In the case of the Sunset Crater Volcano, scientists believe it began erupting about 900 years ago. Had we been on hand for the big event, we would have noticed the ground shaking on and off in the weeks leading up to the eruption. Then the earth would have split open, emitting steam, and fire, and a cloud of ash that rose five miles into sky. As lightning zigged and zagged above the high desert, ash rained down on 800-square miles of land. After several weeks, or months, the cone grew to about 1,000 feet high, a loosely-packed amalgam of volcanic ash and reddish basalt cinders.

While today we understand the geological forces that birth a volcano, ancient people could only guess about what was happening beneath the earth. Luckily, The Sunset Crater Volcano has a modern-day sister who gives us a look into how witnesses might have assessed the eruption.

Paricutín is a cinder cone volcano just like the one at Sunset Crater. But this volcano, near the west coast of Mexico in the southern half of the country, erupted on and off between 1943 and 1952 in full view of the terrified inhabitants of the area. These documented reactions helped scientists studying the Sunset Crater Volcano discern how the Native Americans who peopled the high plateau may have reacted upon witnessing the event.

Here I will let some of the characters from Wolf Catcher explain.

“They were the same kind of volcanoes, right?” Cooper asked.

Marty nodded. “They are both cinder cones and they both gave the people ample warning that something was happening. No one in Paricutín died as a direct result of the eruption, and from what they’ve discovered so far, probably no one died here either. But let’s backtrack a little. It’s easy to know what happened at Paricutín. We have eyewitnesses. We know exactly when the eruption occurred. But at Sunset Crater, for a long time, there was no foolproof way to determine when the big event happened.”

“Is there now?” Kate asked.

“Well, that depends on who you talk to. I can tell you this. Before a Sinagua pithouse was discovered buried in the cinders, scientists had no idea the volcano was so young. They were able to date the pithouse using tree-rings and the pottery they found, and concluded that the eruption happened sometime in the late eleventh century. The ash from Sunset Crater fell over an area of nearly eight hundred square miles. In some places, just an inch, in others, it was fifteen feet deep. Just to give you a good idea of what that means, four inches of ash, especially if it’s wet, is enough to collapse a modern-day roof.”

“So, if you were caught up in the ash fall you were dead?” Cooper said.

“Theoretically, but as I explained, we haven’t found any bodies. And if we use the Paricutín model, we assume the people escaped in time. What we also know is that in Mexico the people were sure there was an angry god under the ground. In fact, they erected a row of big white Christian crosses in front of the lava flow to protect their villages from the creature.”

“Did it help?” Kate smiled.

Marty laughed. “I’m afraid the crosses did no good at all. Five villages were damaged, some destroyed, by the lava and ash.

It’s not much of a stretch to assume the ancestors of the Hopi who occupied the area around Sunset Carter Volcano may have, like the people at Paricutín, believed angry gods were at work and that some appeasement was in order.

What we do know is that the ash fall proved a benefit to those villages situated in just the right places, locations that received a few inches of ash, enough to fortify the soil and grow crops, while others lost their homes completely when many feet of ash destroyed the productivity of their land. Those forced from their homes might have fought desperately with those who benefitted from the eruption in order to survive.

Then there were those who were lured to the area in search of religious understanding. Who was the god? Why was he angry? What could the people do to pacify him? The Sunset Carter Volcano might have become a place of sacred pilgrimage.

It is into this fractured landscape that the man I call Wolf Catcher arrived.

Wolf Catcher

Anne Montgomery

Historical Fiction

In 1939, archeologists uncovered a tomb at the Northern Arizona site called Ridge Ruin. The man, bedecked in fine turquoise jewelry and intricate bead work, was surrounded by wooden swords with handles carved into animal hooves and human hands. The Hopi workers stepped back from the grave, knowing what the Moochiwimi sticks meant. This man, buried nine hundred years earlier, was a magician.

Former television journalist Kate Butler hangs on to her investigative reporting career by writing freelance magazine articles. Her research on The Magician shows he bore some European facial characteristics and physical qualities that made him different from the people who buried him. Her quest to discover The Magician’s origin carries her back to a time when the high desert world was shattered by the birth of a volcano and into the present-day dangers of archeological looting where black market sales of antiquities can lead to murder.

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Archaeological looting, a crime that hurts us all

One of the themes in my historical fiction novel Wolf Catcher, which was just rereleased by Next Chapter Publishing, is the problem of archaeological looting. Of course, this issue isn’t new. Humans have been rifling through ancient sites for thousands of years, mostly plundering burials for financial gain. But, before my reporting job took me to Arizona, I had little knowledge of the issue.

The state is vast, with a lasting history of the Native Americans who have populated this land for thousands of years. In the late 1800s grave robbing, especially in the western U.S., became the norm. The idea that the Native American culture was dying gave looters the ridiculous idea that stealing pottery, jewelry, and other funerary objects was perfectly fine, so the wonton destruction of ancient sites—looters have been known to employee backhoes and other large equipment to rip through pueblo dwellings and burials—is sadly common in the American Southwest.

While archaeological looting today is a crime, the law is very hard to enforce. Here I will let some of the characters in Wolf Catcher explain.

“How can this happen?” Kate asked.

Cooper placed his arm around her shoulders, all the levity and earnest excitement that had permeated their time at the site having evaporated into the chilled air. A thick bank of dark clouds blocked out the sun. “I have an idea that the problem of catching pothunters has to do with manpower, am I right?”

George spoke as he scanned the ground for evidence of looting. “Manpower is a great deal of the problem. First, the question is who is responsible for a specific site? A ruin could be on land controlled by National Park officers, Bureau of Land Management investigators, tribal authorities, U.S. Forest Service rangers, Bureau of Indian Affairs agents, or state investigators.”

“It sounds to me like you have too many people involved, not too few,” Kate said as she too searched the ground for clues.

“Consider this,” George said. “The BIA, which watches over about five hundred seventy tribes nationwide, currently has just one investigator assigned to looting. Here in Arizona, just two investigators cover looting on trust lands. That area covers nine million acres. BLM officers cover more than a million acres each.”

“The other problem is the sheer number of ruins,” Rebecca explained. “In Arizona, we have catalogued more than a hundred thousand sites, but most of them haven’t been inventoried, so we don’t even know what’s in them. How, then, can we know what’s missing?”

So manpower and vast areas of rugged wilderness make catching looters difficult. But prosecuting them is even more of a problem. The way the laws are written, those caught looting can play dumb and act as if they had no idea they were breaking the law. Often, they get off with little more than a warning.

Not only do we need to install harsher penalties for archaeological looting, we need to change the way we think about it. Looting is a crime against all of us, because once you’ve removed an artifact from its resting place, you’ve destroyed its sense of time and place. Our ability to understand its historical significance is then lost forever.

What can we do? Be very careful when you consider acquiring an ancient object. Even if it comes from a tony Scottsdale shop, ask about its provenance: Where and when was it harvested and by whom? And, when you’re out hiking, stop and think about picking up that pretty pottery shard or arrowhead. It’s best to admire the object then walk away.

Wolf Catcher

Anne Montgomery

Historical Fiction

Next Chapter Publishing

Released August 4, 2025

The past and present collide when a tenacious reporter seeks information on an eleventh century magician…and uncovers more than she bargained for.

In 1939, archaeologists uncovered a 900-year-old tomb at the Northern Arizona site called Ridge Ruin. The man, bedecked in fine turquoise jewelry and intricate bead work, was surrounded by hundreds of extraordinary funerary objects, including wooden swords with handles carved into animal hooves and human hands. The Hopi workers stepped back from the grave, knowing what the Moochiwimi sticks meant. This man was a magician.

Sixty-five years later, investigative reporter Kate Butler discovers evidence that The Magician looked notably different from those who buried him. Her quest to discover The Magician’s origin carries her back to a time when the high desert world was shattered by the birth of a volcano and into the present-day dangers of archaeological looting where black market sales of antiquities can lead to murder.

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Praise for Wolf Catcher

“Blending archaeology and Native American mythology, “Wolf Catcher” by novelist Anne Montgomery is an original, exceptionally well written, and compelling work of historical fiction…” – Midwest Book Review

“The author’s ability to interweave the past and the present was masterful. The characters were complex and interesting, especially with the underlying theme of rethinking the history of worldly human migration … A real page turner and I am wondering when the movie is going to be made!” – Alicia Williams Goodreads

“The story is very well-paced, reaching a page-turning, action-packed climax to the end. This story has all the elements of a great suspense drama centered around a historical mystery.” – Heidi Slowinski Author

“I was deeply and thoroughly embroiled in this imaginative novel… (that) melds seamlessly much of fact with fiction. Totally recommended! “ – V. Williams Vine Voice

“What a journey! What a story! A truly epic tale that grabs you by a throat and moves your soul. Highly recommend for the readers of all age groups.” – Marina Sardarova Author

“Boy, didn’t this one grip me quickly and keep me glued to the pages! Loved the cliff-hanging chapter endings. Well researched, well-plotted and paced…Trust me, you’ll love it. Totally recommended and out now!” – Rosepoint Publishing

“Once again the author has created a beautiful story with a powerful message. She took a piece of history and brought it to life. I just can’t say enough good things about Wolf Catcher.” – Megan Salcido Wildwood Reads

Anne Montgomery’s novels can be found wherever books are sold.

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A lesson learned: The dead and their funerary objects need to be respected

When I was asked by Arizona Highways Magazine to write an article about the man they call The Magician, I didn’t understand that I might be trampling on Native American religious beliefs. (Illustration by Brad Holland)

I’m not a religious person, so I have, in the past, missed signs that had spiritual implications. For example, when I was researching my novel Wolf Catcher—which was just rereleased by Next Chapter Publishing—I didn’t understand how offensive some of my requests were.

I was hired to write a magazine article about the man they call The Magician. His fabulous, nine-hundred-year-old tomb had been uncovered by archaeologists in 1939, beneath a pueblo on a lonely hillside about ten miles from Flagstaff, Arizona. Back in those days, exhuming indigenous burial grounds was an acceptable practice, which now seems absurd. Logically speaking, there’s not much difference between rifling through the belongings of ancient mummies and digging up one’s modern-day grandmother. Imagine collecting jewelry from grandma’s body and selling her precious possessions on eBay.  

As a kid, I sometimes visited the Museum of Natural History in New York, where burial offerings from around the world were often on exhibit. However, while trying to determine who The Magician might have been, I discovered just how offensive it is to put human remains and funerary objects on display. My first hint was a letter my editor at the magazine received when I ignorantly requested a DNA test on The Magician. My reasoning seemed sound. The Magician was described by those who found him as being physically different from the people who buried him in several ways. He was particularly tall for his time and did not resemble the Native Americans who populated the region. He was said to have some Caucasian facial features, so my first thought was how did a man who may have had some European ancestry make it to what would become the American Southwest almost one-thousand years ago.

My request for scientific analysis was met with a hard no from the Hopi tribal authorities. The Native American Graves Protection and Repatriation Act of 1990 stipulates that all remains and funerary objects must be treated with respect and dignity and that the destruction of any portion of a body—even something as seemingly insignificant as a tooth for a DNA sample—is unacceptable and illegal.

At that point, I was so focused on getting my story done, I didn’t understand why my request for scientific testing was such a big deal. Then, when I arrived to interview an archaeologist I’d worked with previously, I was shocked when he didn’t appear. It would be another archaeologist who would gently explain the problem. These scientists are bound by their relationships with Native American tribes. If they want to dig on tribal or even public land, they must get permission. If they don’t follow the rules, they will be shut out, which would hurt their reputations and limit their ability to work. My investigation posed a threat to the man’s career, a risk he wasn’t willing to take.

While researching the story, I picked up a number of pottery shards. My logic was simple. I was on public land, so clearly I had committed no crime. But again, I was wrong. Those beautiful pieces of ancient fired clay, many so bright and vibrant they looked as if they’d been painted yesterday, should never have been taken from their resting places, because once you’ve removed an artifact from its setting, you’ve destroyed its sense of time and place—it’s historical significance—something you can never get back.

After finishing Wolf Catcher, I found myself staring at those thousand-year-old bits of pottery and couldn’t pretend I hadn’t done something wrong. I spoke about my feelings with a friend who was a nondenominational pastor. She quickly responded that I should put the pieces back where I found them.

She and I traveled to Ridge Ruin where I gently returned the shards to the hillside. We stood on the rocky ground under which the pueblo that housed The Magician’s body lay hidden, having long ago been backfilled to protect it from looters. I stared at the spot where the man had been buried with such reverence all those years ago. My friend asked me to apologize for my mistake, which I did.

As I said earlier, I’m not a religious person, and yet, as we left that windswept hillside that held the remains of Ridge Ruin in its belly, I felt better. And I promised myself I would not make the same mistakes again.

If you’d like to learn more about my quest to understand who The Magician might have been and what his world was like, read my novel Wolf Catcher.

Wolf Catcher

Anne Montgomery

Historical Fiction

Next Chapter Publishing

Released August 4, 2025

The past and present collide when a tenacious reporter seeks information on an eleventh century magician…and uncovers more than she bargained for.

In 1939, archaeologists uncovered a 900-year-old tomb at the Northern Arizona site called Ridge Ruin. The man, bedecked in fine turquoise jewelry and intricate bead work, was surrounded by hundreds of extraordinary funerary objects, including wooden swords with handles carved into animal hooves and human hands. The Hopi workers stepped back from the grave, knowing what the Moochiwimi sticks meant. This man was a magician.

Sixty-five years later, investigative reporter Kate Butler discovers evidence that The Magician looked notably different from those who buried him. Her quest to discover The Magician’s origin carries her back to a time when the high desert world was shattered by the birth of a volcano and into the present-day dangers of archaeological looting where black market sales of antiquities can lead to murder.

Amazon

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Bookstores, libraries, and other booksellers can order copies directly from the Ingram Catalog.

Praise for Wolf Catcher

“Blending archaeology and Native American mythology, “Wolf Catcher” by novelist Anne Montgomery is an original, exceptionally well written, and compelling work of historical fiction…” – Midwest Book Review

“The author’s ability to interweave the past and the present was masterful. The characters were complex and interesting, especially with the underlying theme of rethinking the history of worldly human migration … A real page turner and I am wondering when the movie is going to be made!” – Alicia Williams Goodreads

“The story is very well-paced, reaching a page-turning, action-packed climax to the end. This story has all the elements of a great suspense drama centered around a historical mystery.” – Heidi Slowinski Author

“I was deeply and thoroughly embroiled in this imaginative novel… (that) melds seamlessly much of fact with fiction. Totally recommended! “ – V. Williams Vine Voice

“What a journey! What a story! A truly epic tale that grabs you by a throat and moves your soul. Highly recommend for the readers of all age groups.” – Marina Sardarova Author

“Boy, didn’t this one grip me quickly and keep me glued to the pages! Loved the cliff-hanging chapter endings. Well researched, well-plotted and paced…Trust me, you’ll love it. Totally recommended and out now!” – Rosepoint Publishing

“Once again the author has created a beautiful story with a powerful message. She took a piece of history and brought it to life. I just can’t say enough good things about Wolf Catcher.” – Megan Salcido Wildwood Reads

Anne Montgomery’s novels can be found wherever books are sold.

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The problem with history: Who did “discover” America?

Every school child in the U.S. is taught that Columbus discovered America. But we now understand that, long before Columbus, land and sea travelers were coming to America’s shores.

Every time I tried to determine if an 11th century man with Eurasian ancestors had inhabited what would one day be the American Southwest, the same problem kept cropping up. I was thwarted by history books. “In 1492 Columbus discovered America!” School children in the U.S. have been taught this one-sided “fact” since the beginning of our nation’s founding.

Today, most of us understand people were in the Americas for thousands of years before Columbus led his three little ships toward what Europeans would call the New World. Note that archeological and genetic evidence currently put the date somewhere between 16,000 and 25,000 years. So the Americas had long since been discovered by humans when Columbus touched down in what is today the Bahamas.

Humans probably first approached the Americas during the last ice age, a time when low sea levels exposed a land bridge at what is now the Bering Strait between Russia and Alaska, perhaps pursuing big game across the isthmus. These hunter-gatherers would eventually populate the Americas from end-to-end, some establishing advanced civilizations which rivaled any cultures on Earth, ones that excelled in mathematics, astronomy, engineering, architecture, and the arts.

But history is rarely clear-cut. When I was researching The Magician—whose burial was discovered just east of Flagstaff, Arizona in 1939—I kept getting hung up on the fact that he didn’t look like the people who populated the high desert at the time. While I understand that ascribing features to mummified individuals is not an exact science, his height and facial structure seemed unlike the Hopi ancestors who so reverently placed him in a remarkable tomb bearing 600 funerary objects, one that’s been called the richest burial in the history of the American Southwest.

I wondered then if there might have been other outliers. Descendants of Eurasians who managed to make it to the Americas many millennia ago, perhaps in such such small numbers they were rarely if ever noticed. I would discover that possibility in two ways. One involved fabric and the other a rare burial practice.

It began with a discovery in the late 1980’s when strange, perfectly preserved mummies appeared in a remote desert area of China. Inordinately tall with reddish-brown hair, the Tarim mummies bore little resemblance to modern-day Chinese people and gave credence to stories of what many supposed were just myths about towering people with blue or green eyes, full beards, long noses and red or blond hair. Some wore tartan or plaid created on sophisticated looms, a textile type that was similar to ancient fragments located in present-day Austria. And there was another curious thing. These desert dwellers buried their dead in boats, an exceedingly rare custom, one mostly associated with Vikings. DNA studies showed the mummies were in fact Ancient North Eurasians—a genetic mix of Asian and European peoples—a group of hunter-gathers once wide-spread, but who mostly disappeared 10,000 years ago. Today, the only remaining traces of Ancient North Eurasians are in Indigenous people in Siberia and the Americas.

So, might The Magician’s ancestors have come from these people? Of course, it is impossible to know. However, the genetic mixing of our ancient ancestors is undeniable. Certainly, inherited traits could have trickled down through the generations, periodically producing people who looked different than those around them. A case in point is the scientific research into blue-eyed humans. Studies now indicate that all people with this trait are descended from a single ancestor, one with a genetic mutation which occurred between 6,000-10,000 years ago. Today between 8-10% of people world-wide have blue eyes.

While we will never know why The Magician was different from his peers, we do know he was a highly revered individual, one whose interment was extraordinary and which in hindsight should have been left undisturbed. Today, archeologists do not dig up remains and funerary objects and put them on display, since it’s morally reprehensible. And according to the Native American Graves Protection and Repatriation Act, it’s a crime.

Though back in 1939 The Magician was unearthed and placed in a museum, today he and his funerary objects have been returned to the ground, reburied in a secret place, with the same honor and reverence the Hopi ancestors afforded him all those years ago.

If you’d like to learn more about the man they called The Magician, I encourage you to read my book Wolf Catcher, which not only delves into the hunt for who he might have been, but also shines a light on life in the high desert almost a millennia ago.

Wolf Catcher

Anne Montgomery

Historical Fiction

Next Chapter Publishing

Released August 4, 2025

The past and present collide when a tenacious reporter seeks information on an eleventh century magician…and uncovers more than she bargained for.

In 1939, archaeologists uncovered a 900-year-old tomb at the Northern Arizona site called Ridge Ruin. The man, bedecked in fine turquoise jewelry and intricate bead work, was surrounded by hundreds of extraordinary funerary objects, including wooden swords with handles carved into animal hooves and human hands. The Hopi workers stepped back from the grave, knowing what the Moochiwimi sticks meant. This man was a magician.

Sixty-five years later, investigative reporter Kate Butler discovers evidence that The Magician looked notably different from those who buried him. Her quest to discover The Magician’s origin carries her back to a time when the high desert world was shattered by the birth of a volcano and into the present-day dangers of archaeological looting where black market sales of antiquities can lead to murder.

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Amazon

Apple Books

Barnes and Noble

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Bookstores, libraries, and other booksellers can order copies directly from the Ingram Catalog.

Praise for Wolf Catcher

“Blending archaeology and Native American mythology, “Wolf Catcher” by novelist Anne Montgomery is an original, exceptionally well written, and compelling work of historical fiction…” – Midwest Book Review

“The author’s ability to interweave the past and the present was masterful. The characters were complex and interesting, especially with the underlying theme of rethinking the history of worldly human migration … A real page turner and I am wondering when the movie is going to be made!” – Alicia Williams Goodreads

“The story is very well-paced, reaching a page-turning, action-packed climax to the end. This story has all the elements of a great suspense drama centered around a historical mystery.” – Heidi Slowinski Author

“I was deeply and thoroughly embroiled in this imaginative novel… (that) melds seamlessly much of fact with fiction. Totally recommended! “ – V. Williams Vine Voice

“What a journey! What a story! A truly epic tale that grabs you by a throat and moves your soul. Highly recommend for the readers of all age groups.” – Marina Sardarova Author

“Boy, didn’t this one grip me quickly and keep me glued to the pages! Loved the cliff-hanging chapter endings. Well researched, well-plotted and paced…Trust me, you’ll love it. Totally recommended and out now!” – Rosepoint Publishing

“Once again the author has created a beautiful story with a powerful message. She took a piece of history and brought it to life. I just can’t say enough good things about Wolf Catcher.” – Megan Salcido Wildwood Reads

Anne Montgomery’s novels can be found wherever books are sold.

Goodreads

Amazon