Meanwhile, thousands of miles away on an Indian pueblo in New Mexico, a young female agent with the Bureau of Land Management puts some muscle into a homicide case with eerie mystical overtones. Making her striking debut in Sandi Ault’s WILD INDIGO (Berkley Prime Crime, $23.95), Jamaica Wild watches a man trampled in a buffalo stampede. Despite the expression of rapture she saw on his face, she refuses to accept the Tanoah tribe’s judgment that his death was a suicide and doggedly pursues an investigation that strains her relationship with the “pueblo mother” who’s initiating her into the Tanoah customs. Scenes of the high, dry, glittering landscape are as clean as a sun-bleached bone, and there are thrills galore when Jamaica is trapped in a flash flood that tears down the canyon walls of an ancient mountain sacred to the tribe. But Ault is no less artful at depicting the marriage customs, funeral rites and religious ceremonies that have drawn Jamaica to this tightly knit world and made her lose her heart to its people.