It was a desolate, out-of-the-way corner of a desolate, out-of-the-way town. The dusty car had Missouri plates. It was obvious that it had gotten there on all back roads, over the mountains, and hadn’t been on the highway. Pete guessed that they had used only cash.
The shifty eyed man, obviously hiding a gun, had a death grip on the woman’s elbow. She gave Pete a quick, frightened, “help me” look.
Playing the “Dumb Indian”, he signaled his boy.
Jim stopped by later to thank him for the tip.
Wounded in the shootout, the woman was back with her family.
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Tony Hillerman wrote a series of books from the area of the country where the photo was taken, in the heart of The Navajo Nation. Jim Chee is a fictional member of the Navajo police force in some of the books. I’m not saying “Jim” in my story is the same, but…