“Tell me a story!” It was never enough when someone read a story to you when you were a child: a tale from the heart was always better. Every time the story was told, it was a little bit different, a little braver and a lot more exciting, and with “This Tender Land” by William Kent Krueger, you’re in for a good one. Every child at the Lincoln Indian Training School feared what Odie O’Banion called “the quiet room.” They feared it, because it was rarely quiet: usually, someone was sobbing from the beatings, or worse, that they endured in that dirt-floor cell, or because of the rats there, or because of the dark. The first time he was tossed into the room, Odie was eight years old and his then-twelve-year-old brother, Albert, was inexplicably tossed in with him.