Prior to writing and publishing LOST ON SKINWALKER RANCH, the story of a security guard by the name of Riley working on the property which lends its name to the title, I had never heard of Skinwalkers; and if I did, I assure you it was in no connection to the Native American lore associated with the Great Basin, but instead a movie starring Tommy Lee Jones, called THE MISSING. However, since that first book has been published and, thankfully, read by no few people, I have been receiving on a regular basis Skinwalker encounter stories from people living throughout the Great Basin and Four Corners areas. Most, although interesting and I believe authentic-in as much as the people who send them believe their experience to be real-are relatively short and devoid of much in the way of detail. This is not the case with the following story. THE MULEDEER CHRONICLES is derived from the journal of a man named Abrahm (pronounced Abraham) Muledeer, a member of the Northern Paiute and currently, I believe, still residing in the northern reaches of the state of Nevada. I'll leave that final determination up to you. He himself did not make his journal available to me. This was done by his son Obediah and after the disappearance of his father. He, however, did not send me the actual journals, but instead a combination of scanned pages, these via email, and Xerox copies via snail mail. I did what I could with the available material to tell the story as chronologically-and logically-as possible. If I have a complaint, it is not with the material, but its length: I wish it was longer. As for the story itself, it takes place primarily in the autumn of 1989, but extends-most unfortunately for Obediah-to the present day. On the surface it is a Skinwalker story. However, it is much more, delving into and providing a look into the alternate realm which exists between the lands of the Earth People and the celestial planes of the Holy People, and which is inhabited by immortal spirits who seek purpose through imposing themselves upon those who are without intervention defenseless against their wiles-we humans. I have chosen to tell the story through Obediah. It is, after all, his story.