Pageant offers peek into valley history

MEEKER I No one warned me. I stepped onto my back porch for a breath of fresh air my first summer in Meeker. A strange sound echoed off the surrounding hills and valleys. Coyotes? No. Was that … Indian drums and war whoops? Horses? Gunshots? Surely I was hallucinating. I went back inside and determined I needed more sleep.
When I mentioned the incident to a friend, she laughed and told me what I’d heard…