Silence, Sound

On the Dinetah. A long, bright canyon ruined with pump stations and the smell of gas.  A four-point buck bounded away with noiseless leaps; it stopped on the far side of the wash and looked at me.

Doug said the spacing of hogans in a historic Navajo dwelling cluster is “shouting distance”: a son-in-law may not see his mother-in-law, yet family groups must communicate. He demonstrated this by shrieking, mother-in-lawishly, “Dor-eeeen!

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