Two Indians, both wearing cowboy hats, were sitting on a sofa, and Miriam had been occupying a chair six feet away. When Tony entered, she was leaning forward as though she had been listening to the Indians, though Tony had heard neither one talking. When she saw Tony, she smiled, stood up, and said, "See you later, fellas," to the Indians, who merely looked at her, following her with their eyes as she left the room. "Friends of yours?" he asked. She nodded. "I met them both a couple of years ago. They live here, share a room." "Not on the reservation?" "Not every Indian lives on the rez. It's up to them, where they're most comfortable. Danny and Silas like it in Gallup." She sighed. "There's not as much liquor on the rez." "They alcoholics?" "Yes. It's not a universal addiction among the Navajo, but there are a lot more than there should be." She shrugged. "I used to think maybe I could do something about it. I know better now." Then she brightened. "So what are we doing today? Looking for places where this man hung out?" Tony had told her on the phone the night before about Ralph Begay and his drinking habits.
