"So now I'm going to guess at why you didn't want me to go into Cambodia to bring him out. And if I guess wrong, you have to tell me I'm wrong. Even though it means I've made myself look like a d.a.m.ned fool."

"You don't have to guess. I'll tell you."

"I guess you didn't want me to get killed. I guess you knew I'd fallen in love with you, and I guess you'd begun caring some about me yourself."

Moon joined her at the railing. He took her hand.

"Anyway, you didn't want me to get killed."

"Oh, Moon," Osa said. Her eyes were wet but she was smiling. "Do you want me to answer the first question?"

"Only if it's the right answer. Only if you feel sad because you think you are losing Moon Mathias. But Mathias is not getting lost. As soon as I get little Lila back in the States and settled in, I'm coming back here. I'll chase you down wherever I can find you and I'll talk you into marrying me. Or try to. So what's the answer to that question?"

"The answer is Moon," she said. And put her cheek against his shoulder, her arms around his waist, and squeezed. "M-O-O-N," she said. "Moon."

He took her in his arms then, engulfed her, surprised at how small she seemed, conscious of the perfume of her hair, of her smooth skin beneath the silk, that when he tilted up her chin she was returning his kiss.

"It shouldn't take me more than eight or ten days," he said. "Where will you be in eight or ten days?"

"You're going to fly back with Lila? You'll try to take care of her on the plane?"

"Why not?" Moon said. "I can change diapers. Feed her. She can say 'Moon' now. I'm learning."

"Not very fast. I watched you on the aircraft carrier. You weren't designed to be a nanny. And that Baby in s.p.a.ce game you play with her is dreadful. You will break her neck. It scares her."

"It just scares people who're watching it. She likes it. Makes her giggle. She knows I won't drop her."

Osa was shaking her head. "And feeding her. Keeping her clean and comfortable. Getting her to sleep."

He hugged her to him. "Can you think of an alternative?"

"Yes," she said.

"So can I," Moon said. "With a Dutch pa.s.sport you don't need a visa. So I postponed my flight a day and made reservations for Osa van Winjgaarden."

"No Mrs.?"

"No Mrs.," Moon said. "Until we can make it legal."

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Leaphorn, Chee, and the Navajo Way I thought you might like to know the roots of my two favorite characters - Lieutenant Joe Leaphorn (now retired) and Sgt. Jim Chee, both of the Navajo Tribal Police. thought you might like to know the roots of my two favorite characters - Lieutenant Joe Leaphorn (now retired) and Sgt. Jim Chee, both of the Navajo Tribal Police.

Leaphorn emerged from a young Hutchinson County, Texas, sheriff who I met and came to admire in 1948 when I was a very green "crime and violence" reporter for a paper in the high plains of the Panhandle. He was smart, he was honest, he was wise and humane in his use of police powers - my idealistic young idea of what every cop should be but sometimes isn't.

When I needed such a cop for what I intended to be a very minor character in The Blessing Way The Blessing Way (1970), this sheriff came to mind. I added on Navajo cultural and religious characteristics, and he became Leaphorn in fledgling form. Luckily for me and Leaphorn and all of us, the late Joan Kahn, then mystery editor of what was then Harper & Row, required some substantial rewriting of that ma.n.u.script to bring it up to standards and I - having begun to see the possibilities of Leaphorn - gave him a much better role in the rewrite and made him more Navajo. (1970), this sheriff came to mind. I added on Navajo cultural and religious characteristics, and he became Leaphorn in fledgling form. Luckily for me and Leaphorn and all of us, the late Joan Kahn, then mystery editor of what was then Harper & Row, required some substantial rewriting of that ma.n.u.script to bring it up to standards and I - having begun to see the possibilities of Leaphorn - gave him a much better role in the rewrite and made him more Navajo.

Jim Chee emerged several books later. I like to claim he was born from an artistic need for a younger, less sophisticated fellow to make the plot of People of Darkness People of Darkness (1980) make sense - and that is mostly true. Chee is a mixture of a couple of hundred of those idealistic, romantic, reckless youngsters I had been lecturing to at the University of New Mexico, with their yearnings for Miniver Cheevy's "days of old" modified into his wish to keep the Navajo Value System healthy in a universe of consumerism. (1980) make sense - and that is mostly true. Chee is a mixture of a couple of hundred of those idealistic, romantic, reckless youngsters I had been lecturing to at the University of New Mexico, with their yearnings for Miniver Cheevy's "days of old" modified into his wish to keep the Navajo Value System healthy in a universe of consumerism.

I'll confess here that Leaphorn is the fellow I'd prefer to have living next door and that we share an awful lot of ideas and att.i.tudes. I'll admit that Chee would sometimes test my patience, as did those students upon whom I modeled him. But both of them in their ways, represent the aspects of the Navajo Way, which I respect and admire. And I will also confess that I never start one of these books in which they appear without being motivated by a desire to give those who read them at least some insight into the culture of a people who deserve to be much better understood.

-Tony Hillerman

The Novels, As Annotated by T.H.

Leaphorn novels: The Blessing Way The Blessing Way; Dance Hall of the Dead Dance Hall of the Dead; Listening Woman Listening Woman Chee novels: People of Darkness People of Darkness; The Dark Wind The Dark Wind; The Ghostway The Ghostway Leaphorn/Chee novels: Skinwalkers Skinwalkers; A Thief of Time A Thief of Time; Talking G.o.d Talking G.o.d; Coyote Waits Coyote Waits; Sacred Clowns Sacred Clowns; The Fallen Man The Fallen Man; First Eagle First Eagle; Hunting Badger Hunting Badger; The Wailing Wind The Wailing Wind Standalone novels: The Fly on the Wall The Fly on the Wall; Finding Moon Finding Moon

All t.i.tles were published in New York by Harper & Row, until 1993's Sacred Clowns Sacred Clowns, by which time the house, still based in New York, had become HarperCollins.

The Blessing Way (1970) (1970) Lt. Joe Leaphorn must stalk a supernatural killer known as the "Wolf-Witch" along a chilling trail of mysticism and murder.

TH: It was easy enough to make the Enemy Way ceremony germane to the plot. It is used to cure illness caused by exposure to witchcraft and my villain was trying to keep the Navajo away from his territory by spreading witchcraft fears. The problem was devising a way for Joe Leaphorn to connect the ceremony and the killer. The solution came to me when I noticed the peculiar pattern of sweat stains on a felt hat caused by a silver concho hatband. With that in mind, I skip back to an early chapter, write in Leaphorn at a trading post seeing the villain buying a hat to replace one stolen and wondering why someone would steal an old hat and not the expensive silver. That done, I then skip forward to the "scalp shooting" phase of the ceremony, have Leaphorn notice the "scalp" is a sweat-stained hat, find the "scalp shooter" who has delivered the hat to the ceremony, learn from him where (and why) he stole the hat, and thereby solve the mystery.

The Fly on the Wall (1971) (1971) A dead reporter's secret notebook implicates a senatorial candidate and political figures in a million-dollar murder scam.

TH: Motivating my unheroic hero [reporter John Cotton] to pursue a news story after a death threat was the problem. I hit on having him flee to New Mexico, go fishing at my favorite little stream in isolated Brazos Meadows, and realize the death threat was merely a ruse to get him away from the state capital to somewhere he could be murdered quietly. Thus he knows his only hope is to solve the crime.

Dance Hall of the Dead (1974) (1974) An archaeological dig, a steel hypodermic needle, and the strange laws of the Zuni complicate Lt. Leaphorn's investigation into the disappearance of two young boys.

TH: The problem here was how to have Leaphorn understand what was motivating the behavior of George Bowlegs, a fugitive Navajo boy. To do this I had Joe gradually understand Zuni theology as a Navajo (or a white mystery writer) would, and realize the boy was trying to make contact with the Zuni Council of the G.o.ds. Thus the boy (and Leaphorn) would come to the Shalako ceremony, at which these spirits make their annual return to the pueblo, and thus I would have my excuse to describe this incredibly beautiful ceremony.

Listening Woman (1978) (1978) A baffling investigation of murder, ghosts, and witches can be solved only by Lt. Leaphorn, a man who understands both his own people and cold-blooded killers.

TH: This book taught me that inability to outline a plot has advantages. The plan was to use Monster Slayer and Born for Water, the hero twins of the Navajo Genesis story, in a mystery involving orphaned brothers (a "spoiled priest" and a militant radical) who collide in their campaigns to help their people. I would use a shaman, the last person to talk to my murder victim before he is killed, as a source for religious information meaningless to the FBI but revealing to Leaphorn. After a series of first chapters that led nowhere, I wrote a second chapter in which Leaphorn stops the villain for speeding and, more or less out of whimsy, I have him see a big ugly dog in the backseat of the car, intending to use the delete key on my new (and first) computer to delete said dog later. That unoutlined dog became crucial to the plot. No more trying to outline.

People of Darkness (1980) (1980) An a.s.sa.s.sin waits for Officer Jim Chee in the desert to protect a vision of death that for thirty years has been fed by greed and washed by blood.

TH: Older, wiser, urbane Leaphorn refused to fit into my plan to set a plot on the Checkerboard Reservation, in which the government gave alternate square miles of land to the railroads and in which Navajo was intermixed with a plethora of whites, Zunis, Jemez, Lagunas, etc., and a dozen or so missionary outposts of different religions. Since Joe wouldn't be surprised by any of this I created younger, less culturally a.s.similated, Jim Chee.

The Dark Wind (1982) (1982) Officer Jim Chee becomes trapped in a deadly web of a cunningly spun plot driven by Navajo sorcery and white man's greed.

TH: One of the many facets of Navajo culture that appeals to me is the lack of value attached to vengeance. This "eye for an eye" notion pervading white culture is looked upon by the Dineh as a mental illness. I planned to illuminate this with a vengeance - motivated crime - the problem being how to have Joe, who doesn't believe in vengeance, catch on. The answer came to me in the memory of a long interview I once did with a private detective about his profession. I never used any of that, but a card trick he showed me proved to be just what I needed. My villain, a trading post operator, showed the same trick to Chee, and when he solved it he knew how the crime was done.

The Ghostway (1984) (1984) A photo sends Officer Chee on an odyssey of murder and revenge that moves from an Indian hogan to a deadly healing ceremony.

TH: The trigger for this book was a roofless stone hogan with adjoining shed in a little spring-fed pocket on Mesa Gigante, which dominates the Canoncito Navajo Reservation. I happened across it one autumn afternoon, noticed a hole had been knocked in its north wall, the traditional exit route for the body when death has infected the hogan. But why had the dying person not been moved outside before he died, so the chindi could escape?

Skinwalkers (1986) (1986) Three shotgun blasts in a trailer bring Officer Chee and Lt. Leaphorn together for the first time in an investigation of ritual, witchcraft, and blood.

TH: How do I awaken Jim Chee, sleeping in his cot beside the paper-thin aluminum wall of his trailer home, so he will not be killed when the a.s.sa.s.sin fires her shotgun through said wall? Everything I try sounds like pure psychic coincides - which I detest in mysteries. Nothing works until I remember the "clack, clack" sound made when a friend's cat goes through the "cat door" on his porch. I write in a spooky stray cat, for whom Chee makes this cat door (thereby establishing him as a nice guy and giving me a chance to explain Navajo "equal citizenship" relationships with animals). The cat, spooked by the a.s.sa.s.sin's approach, darts from its bed under a pinon into the trailer and awakens Chee. At book's end, when I need to terminate a budding romance, the cat serves a wonderfully symbolic role. This was the first book in which I used both Leaphorn and Chee. It made a great leap forward in sales and hit a bunch of bestseller lists, but not the crucial one in The New York Times The New York Times.

A Thief of Time (1988) (1988) When two corpses appear amid stolen goods and bones at an ancient burial site, Leaphorn and Chee must plunge into the past to unearth the truth.

TH: My "breakout book" (described elsewhere in considerable detail) was a "breakout" in more than sales and eventually led to the Public Service Award of the U.S. Department of the Interior, an honorary membership for life in the Western Literature a.s.sociation, the American Anthropology a.s.sociation's Media Award, and the Center for the American Indian's Amba.s.sador Award, a beautiful bronze of a Comanche warrior holding his coup stick. in considerable detail) was a "breakout" in more than sales and eventually led to the Public Service Award of the U.S. Department of the Interior, an honorary membership for life in the Western Literature a.s.sociation, the American Anthropology a.s.sociation's Media Award, and the Center for the American Indian's Amba.s.sador Award, a beautiful bronze of a Comanche warrior holding his coup stick.

Talking G.o.d (1989) (1989) A grave robber and a corpse reunite Leaphorn and Chee in a dangerous arena of superst.i.tion, ancient ceremony, and living G.o.ds.

TH: A book modified by coincidences. While writing Chapter Three I stop because it's time for Sunday Ma.s.s. But the problem stays with me during the ceremony - how to describe a corpse found beside the railroad outside Gallup. I notice an elderly Hispano usher with an aristocratic face dressed in an expensive but well-worn suit. He becomes the victim. But such a man refuses to fit my gang murder plot and turns the book into a Central American political conspiracy a.s.sa.s.sination. Next, old writing friend Bill Buchanan (Shining Season, Execution Eve Execution Eve, etc.) mentions a man responding to Bill's refrigerator sale want-ad was not a potential buyer but a lonely fellow needing to exchange words with a fellow human. That, too, sticks in my mind. I use it. It turns my a.s.sa.s.sin into a terribly lonely man and provides a much better ending. The first chapter was no problem at all. I have an urban wannabe Navajo send a Smithsonian official a box of her ancestor's bones, dug from an ancient Episcopal graveyard, for her to display along with the bones of his ancestors. I received "good-for-you" applause from about twenty tribesmen for that one.

Coyote Waits (1990) (1990) When a bullet kills Officer Jim Chee's good friend Del, a Navajo shaman is arrested for homicide, but the case is far from closed - and requires Leaphorn's involvement, as well.

TH: When Barney [Hillerman, the author's brother] and I were prowling the Four Corners with me writing and him photographing stuff for our Hillerman Country Hillerman Country [1991] he taught me a lesson in optical perspective that solved Leaphorn's problem in finding the needed witness. Barney anthropomorphized cliffs, canyons, trees, etc., turning their reflected lights and shadows into presidential profiles, bears, and so forth. (Something I do with cloud formations, seeing in them not only G.o.d's glory but dragons, Popeye, and aircraft.) [1991] he taught me a lesson in optical perspective that solved Leaphorn's problem in finding the needed witness. Barney anthropomorphized cliffs, canyons, trees, etc., turning their reflected lights and shadows into presidential profiles, bears, and so forth. (Something I do with cloud formations, seeing in them not only G.o.d's glory but dragons, Popeye, and aircraft.) "Stop," Barney would say, and point at a rock formation. "See the zebra with the pipe in his mouth?"

I'd say no. He'd say back up a little. We'd stop where all the necessary elements would line up properly and I would either see suggestions of a zebra or, often, simply say I did and drive on with Barney explaining how viewer position and the optics of telescopic lenses affect what you see. It was the sort of data I usually find easy to forget, but I remembered it when stuck for a logical way to have a witness out in empty country witnessing a murder. He became a lonely high school kid whose hobby was landscape photography and who found a way to declare his love for a girl by careful placement of white paint on basalt rocks so the message could be read only from the perspective of her hogan.

I spent weeks trying to have Leaphorn figure that out, wishing I'd never heard of optical perspective.

Sacred Clowns (1993) (1993) Officer Chee attempts to solve two modern murders by deciphering the sacred clown's ancient message to the people of the Tano pueblo.

TH: This book grew from something left over from an earlier one. The Dark Wind The Dark Wind had required me to learn about the Hopi. I had slept in my pickup at the edge of Walpi, awaiting morning to interview a fellow for a magazine article. I awoke at sunrise (easy when you've been cramped in a Toyota truck) and saw a man emerge from a house. He held the bundle he was carrying up toward the rising sun, stood like that for a long moment, apparently chanting, and then disappeared again into his house. had required me to learn about the Hopi. I had slept in my pickup at the edge of Walpi, awaiting morning to interview a fellow for a magazine article. I awoke at sunrise (easy when you've been cramped in a Toyota truck) and saw a man emerge from a house. He held the bundle he was carrying up toward the rising sun, stood like that for a long moment, apparently chanting, and then disappeared again into his house.

I learned he had been presenting his eight-day-old child to G.o.d, symbolized by the rising sun, in a ceremony in some ways like a Christian baptism and in some ways more than that. The elder I interviewed explained that the chant he had sung presented the infant as a child of G.o.d, and recognized the human father and mother as foster parents - promising to nurture G.o.d's child by the Creator's rules and asking G.o.d's blessings on this task.

Sacred status given children in the religious philosophy of many of the pueblos cast light for me on the role of the Koshare, Mudhead, and other "sacred clown" societies and helps explain why one rarely sees a pueblo child thumped on the ear or otherwise physically punished. I share this belief that each human has this special relationship with G.o.d who ("Judgment is mine, sayeth the Lord") will take care of meting rewards and punishment. Therefore, I spent untold months trying to come up with a way to use it in a plot in a book we named Mudhead Kiva Mudhead Kiva.

During this process I discover I have cancer, spend some time in the hospital - wonderful periods away from the telephone for thinking. By the time I got back to serious writing, Mudhead Kiva Mudhead Kiva has died and has died and Sacred Clowns Sacred Clowns has emerged, leaving HarperCollins to explain an imaginary book they had been advertising. However, the story improved as much as the t.i.tle. has emerged, leaving HarperCollins to explain an imaginary book they had been advertising. However, the story improved as much as the t.i.tle.

Finding Moon (1995) (1995) Moon Mathias discovers his dead brother's baby daughter is waiting for him in Southeast Asia - a child he didn't know existed. Finding her in the aftermath of the Vietnam War brings out a side of Moon he had forgotten he possessed.

TH: Closest to my heart, but not to those of editor, publisher, and many of my readers. Peter Thorpe, the talented jacket designer of my Navajo police books, did a beauty for this one - painting a moon rising over Cambodian mountains with the figure of man outlined against its face. I got an early look and endorsed it, whereupon it was redesigned to fit more into the pattern of my previous books - the sort of development that reminds writers of their place in the publishing world.

The Fallen Man (1996) (1996) A man met his death on Ship Rock Mountain eleven years ago, and with the discovery of his body by a group of climbers, Chee and Leaphorn must hunt down the cause of his lonely death.

TH: Several notions in my collection of potential story ideas collided for this one. Idea One was to leave a mountain climber trapped atop Shiprock, as was Monster Slayer in the Navajo origin story. Two was having a custom-made compet.i.tion rifle firing custom-made ammo used by a sniper on the rim of Canon de Ch.e.l.ly to a.s.sa.s.sinate a witness far below. Three was to involve cattle rustling and the antirustler tactics of working with "watchers." Some of these worked but a half dozen others misfired, forcing me to learn a lot more about serious mountain climbing than I wished.

First Eagle (1998) (1998) When Acting Lt. Jim Chee catches a Hopi poacher huddled over a butchered Navajo Tribal police officer, he has an open-and-shut case - until his former boss, Joe Leaphorn, blows it wide open.

TH: This book was trigged by a new death penalty law for certain felonies on federal reservations. Since about ninety-five percent of federal reservation acreage is also Indian Reservation acreage this looked like a special "Death Penalty for Indians Law." Making the book work required a plot even more convoluted than those I usually impose upon readers. Luckily Marie [Hillerman's wife] was a bacteriology major, a big help in working bubonic plague into the plot - as were the vector controllers who hunt down the sources of the disease and the bacteriology professors upon whom I imposed.

I gave myself a problem by picking Gold Tooth, Arizona, as a crucial location because my map showed it in the very empty country where Hopi and Navajo territory abut. Wonderful name, Gold Tooth, and a ghost town, too, but I couldn't find the unimproved dirt road that was supposed to lead to it to get a visual fix. That bothered me. So Marie and I made another "find Gold Tooth" journey along the road between Moenkopi and the Hopi Mesa, looking for some sort of junction. We failed again, but at the Tuba City Trading Post found a Navajo woman who knew the way.

"Past the top of the hill out of Moenkopi Wash, drive slow and keep a close watch beside the road to your right. In about a mile you see a place where people have turned off the pavement. Follow the track maybe fifteen miles or twenty miles or so."

We found the tire tracks, drove the fifteen or so miles, past one distant windmill, past three cows, and came finally to a roofless, windowless stone building to our right and an old-fashioned round hogan to the left. It didn't look much like what I'd described, but Marie consoled me with the reminder that not many of my readers would be seeing it.

Hunting Badger (1999) (1999) Hunting Badger finds Navajo tribal police officers Joe Leaphorn and Jim Chee working two angles of the same case - each trying to catch the right-wing militiamen who pulled off a violent heist at an Indian casino. finds Navajo tribal police officers Joe Leaphorn and Jim Chee working two angles of the same case - each trying to catch the right-wing militiamen who pulled off a violent heist at an Indian casino.

TH: An actual crime - odd enough to fill the need of any mystery writer - was the seed from which Hunting Badger Hunting Badger grew. I planned to use the sour memories of the event: theft of a water tank truck by three heavily armed men, murder of the policeman who stopped them, an FBI-orchestrated, incredibly bungled, Keystone Cops manhunt, evacuation of Bluff, Utah, quarter-million-buck federal reward offer, which attracted a horde of bounty hunters, vast waste of tax money, etc., as the background for my plot. I thought it would make an easy book to write. It didn't. I was left with the problem of how to have my own bandidos escape. Help came from some elderly aviators who filled me in on the sort of vintage aircraft I needed to delude my FBI characters, and from Patti Collins and her Environmental Protection Administration helicopter crew, who provided data on abandoned coal/uranium mines where I needed them. grew. I planned to use the sour memories of the event: theft of a water tank truck by three heavily armed men, murder of the policeman who stopped them, an FBI-orchestrated, incredibly bungled, Keystone Cops manhunt, evacuation of Bluff, Utah, quarter-million-buck federal reward offer, which attracted a horde of bounty hunters, vast waste of tax money, etc., as the background for my plot. I thought it would make an easy book to write. It didn't. I was left with the problem of how to have my own bandidos escape. Help came from some elderly aviators who filled me in on the sort of vintage aircraft I needed to delude my FBI characters, and from Patti Collins and her Environmental Protection Administration helicopter crew, who provided data on abandoned coal/uranium mines where I needed them.

The Wailing Wind (2002) (2002) To Officer Bernadette Manuelito, the man curled up on the truck seat was just another drunk - which got Bernie in trouble for mishandling a crime scene - which got Sergeant Jim Chee in trouble with the FBI - which drew Lieutenant Joe Leaphorn out of retirement and back into the old "Golden Calf" homicide, a case he had hoped to forget.

Nothing had seemed complicated about that earlier one. A con game had gone sour. A swindler had tried to sell wealthy old Wiley Denton the location of one of the West's mult.i.tude of legendary lost gold mines. Denton had shot the swindler, called the police, confessed the homicide, and done his short prison time. No mystery there.

Except why did the rich man's bride vanish? The cynics said she was part of the swindle plot. She'd fled when it failed. But, alas, old Joe Leaphorn was a romantic. He believed in love, and thus the Golden Calf case still troubled him. Now, papers found in this new homicide case connect the victim to Denton and to the mythical Golden Calf Mine. The first Golden Calf victim had been there just hours before Denton killed him. And while Denton was killing him, four children trespa.s.sing among the rows of empty bunkers in the long-abandoned Wingate Ordnance Depot called in an odd report to the police. They had heard, in the wind wailing around the old buildings, what sounded like music and the cries of a woman.

Bernie Manuelito uses her knowledge of Navajo country, its tribal traditions, and her friendship with a famous old medicine man to unravel the first knot of this puzzle, with Jim Chee putting aside his distaste of the FBI to help her. But the questions raised by this second Golden Calf murder aren't answered until Leaphorn solves the puzzle left by the first one and discovers what the young trespa.s.sers heard in the wailing wind.

From Seldom Disappointed: A Memoir (2001)