A young man, barely out of his teens, penned a first-of-its kind story in the early 1960s that profoundly impacted Navajo literature.

Nothing is so terrifying as feeling the power of a cougar in his world or a bear strolling along peacefully on all fours until he spies you and suddenly stands to tower over you.

Probably most everyone -—fan or not — remembers where they were and how they had heard the King had died.

Human behavior has outcomes in each generation and for each to come.

"Native American" is a kind of reckless use here though, because her generation didn't identify with an idea one common ethnic or indigenous identity for all the tribal groups in what is now called the United States.

On the first day, the people in the village met us calmly and thoughtfully and told us, "We heard all of you had died."

"Look hard at me. This is MY story," he seemed to say. He packed many questions. A chain of events had occurred which led here.

Story 1 On this day, 145 years ago, a battle raged on the Pitahauerata, a tiny band of native people. That deadly engagement certainly...