Over the body of a reservation Indian thrown into a snow bank by a careening car, a coyote stands guard. The eerieness of the desolate scene is never forgotten by the Indian, Black Horse, a man whose peace lies in his painting—a way for him to escape the sordidness of reservation life by putting on canvas the beauty of the place. But this ambition is thwarted almost from the beginning by the prejudice and fears of the whites around him, by the self-defeating attitudes the Indians themselves are prey to—their ignorance and poverty leading them to alcoholism, bitterness, frequent run-ins with the law, and even more frequent stays in the local and state jails. In a novel told dispassionately but deeply felt, the reader shares at once the course of Black Horse's ultimate destiny.