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deliberately casual.
    "Just what I told you," Chee said.
    "You know, they got old Dillon Charley buried up there. Right by the house. That always seemed awful funny to me."
    Chee said nothing. Sena's hand gripped his arm.
    "She say anything about why they did that?"
    "No," Chee said. "All she said was something about the old man joking about it when the doctor told him he was dying."
    "About that burglary. You think she was telling all she knew?"
    "People usually don't," Chee said.
    Sena eyed him thoughtfully. "Yes," he said. "That's always been my experience." He released Chee's elbow. "You be careful, now," he said.

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Chapter Four
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    J immy chee sat with his boot heels propped on the edge of his wastebasket and his fingers locked behind his head and his eyes on Officer Trixie Dodge. Officer Dodge was, as she had already told him, trying to get some work done.
    "Come on, Trixie," Chee said. "Think about it. What could be in the box? Why is old lady Vines so hot to get it back? Why is old Gordo Sena so uptight about it?"
    Officer Dodge was sorting through legal papers in her in-box, transferring them into a cardboard folder. The papers were to be delivered this morning to the Bureau of Indian Affairs office in Gallup. Officer Dodge was running late. "How the hell would I know?" Trixie said.
    "And you never heard of anything called the People of Darkness?"
    "Nope," Trixie said. "I've heard of moles. I've heard of the peyote church. In fact, I've got a cousin who's into that." Officer Dodge put the last of the papers into the folder and headed for the door. "And I've heard of people with moles, but I never heard of people who call themselves moles."
    "Maybe it had something to do with an amulet, or a fetish—something like that," Chee said.
    "Of a mole?" Officer Dodge's voice was incredulous. "What kind of a Navajo would use a mole for an amulet?" Officer Dodge left for Gallup without waiting for an answer.
    What kind of a Navajo would use a mole for an amulet? It was a fair enough question. Chee sat, feet on wastebasket, hands locked behind head, thinking about it. It wouldn't be a traditional, old-fashioned Navajo, probably, except under unusual circumstances. More likely one of those Eastern Navajos whose clans had mixed more Pueblo Indian ritualism and Christianity into their culture. The Navajo used representations of the predator Holy People for his amulets. The mole was a predator in the Navajo mythology, but he was much less powerful and much less popular than his more glamorous cousins—the bear, the badger, the eagle, the mountain lion, and so forth. In Chee's own medicine pouch, suspended from a thong inside his trousers, was the figure of a badger. It was about the size of Chee's thumb and carved from soapstone, a gift from his father. In the mythology of the Slow Talking Dinee, Hosteen Badger was a formidable figure. Hosteen Mole played a trivial role. Why use the mole? He was the predator of the nadir, downward, one of the six sacred directions. He was the symbol of the dark underground, with access to those strange dark subsurface worlds through which the Dinee rose in their evolution toward human status. But compared to the bear, the eagle, or even the horned frog, he had little power and no prominence in ceremonials. Why pick the mole? The only explanation Chee could think of was the obvious one. The oil well drilled toward the nadir, into the mole's domain.
    Chee unlocked his hands and put his feet squarely on the floor beneath his desk. He should get some reports finished. But halfway through the first one he found himself thinking of the nervous Rosemary Vines offering three thousand dollars for a box of keepsakes and the intense, probing questions of Gordo Sena. An arrogant woman presumed he could be bought, and an autocratic man presumed he could be bluffed. What was it that made this little burglary so important to them?
    Chee picked up the Albuquerque telephone book. He found the number and
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