Sam and I shared a huge room on the third floor that had to be bigger than our whole house in the government compound. The street was lined with cars I had read about but never seen up close: Mercedes Benz, Audi, BMW, and Volvo. Our little suburb had more roads, bridges, libraries, recreation centers, and sidewalks than on the entire reservation. How could the Navajos have so little in a land where there was so much?
