his people, they had risen “from the ashes of their past.”
A now shuttered bar in Ralston, the town where Bryan Burkhart
took Anna Brown to drink the night she was killed Credit 63One summer day in 2012, after traveling from New York, where
I live and work as a reporter, I visited Pawhuska for the first time,
hoping to find information on the Osage murder cases, which, by
then, were nearly a century old. Like most Americans, when I was
in school, I never read about the murders in any books; it was as if
these crimes had been excised from history. So when I stumbled
upon a reference to the murders, I began to look into them. Since
then, I had been consumed with trying to resolve lingering
questions, to fill in the gaps in the FBI’s investigation.
In Pawhuska, I stopped at the Osage Nation Museum, where I
had arranged to meet with its longtime director, Kathryn Red