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didn’t have any facial hair, but had long silver-black hair hanging down his back, tied in a braid. Charlie wore a white cowboy hat with an Eagle feather stuck in the hat band. 
    “Who wants to know?”
    “I’m Jack Gunn. Jimmy Two Times and White Feather told me to contact you.”
    “Contact me for what?”
    “Well, it’s a touchy situation, Mr. Wilson. We need some information.” I glanced around the store to make sure no one else was around.
    Maggie and George came up to the counter with a cart full of canned fruits, Spam, and vegetables. I guessed they had about 100 cans of stuff. Maggie said, “We wanna buy these goods. We’re tired of eating MREs and could use a treat.”
    “Ok,” I replied. “Mr. Wilson, ring us up.”
    While Wilson was ringing us up he asked, “What kind of information do you want?”
    Just as I was getting ready to tell him what we wanted to know when I heard the tiny bell ring, alerting us someone had just walked in the store. We turned to see who it was. He looked like a Navajo, but it was hard to tell because of the wide- brim straw hat he had on. He wore a pistol on his hip. As he walked toward us across the room, his cowboy boots clacked on the wooden floor. He was a man who walked with confidence. Then I saw the shiny star pinned on his chest. 
    The Officer walked over to the counter and asked, “Charlie, everything ok here?” The Officer glared at us and our weapons.
    Charlie said, “Yeah … everything is fine, Dan. These people are just buying some supplies.”
    I peered back at Dan, looking him right in the eyes. He was a clean-shaving man, about five foot eight and a little overweight, maybe from eating to many donuts. He avoided eye contact and looked at the goods we were purchasing.
    Dan said, “I’m the law around here. I assume those are your trucks with the machine guns. What brings you to Dilkon City?”
    I replied, “We’re just passing through.”
    “I hope so because we don’t want any trouble here. Where you headed to?”
    “We’re headed to Flagstaff area looking for missing Army family members.”
    “That’s good. Just keep on moving because this is Navajo country, and people get nervous seeing Army Humvees running around here.”
    “Ok, we get your point. As soon as we load up these supplies we’ll be on our way.”
    Lawman Dan didn’t say another word as he turned and left the store. The bell rang, signaling his departure. I commented, “He isn’t very friendly.”
    Mr. Wilson said, “No, he isn’t. He thinks he’s the King around here, but he’s just the Captain of the Navajo Police in this area. Anyway, what do you want to know?”
    Wilson handed me the bill for the supplies. I looked at it and each can was four bucks which totaled $450.00. One bottle of JD was $150.00. The beer came to $400. The grand total was $1,450.00. It was a little steep, but I didn’t complain about the price, because I really wanted some information.
    As I counted out the greenbacks, I asked, “Have you seen four pickup trucks come by here today?” I laid the cash on the counter. “Here you go,” as I slid it over to him.
    Wilson gave me a surprised look. “Why you wanna know that?” He asked, as he counted the money. 
    I slid him an extra five hundred bucks. “They kidnapped my grandson yesterday and we’re after them.”
    Wilson glanced at the pile of money and took it. “Yeah, they stopped in here about 9 am to buy supplies. I didn’t see any kid with them. They’re a strange bunch of ruff-neck nomads. I think they pay off the police to let them pass through Navajo land.”
    “Can you tell us where these guys were going or where their hideout is?” I handed him another five hundred to entice him, which he took with some hesitation.
    “I know these bad guys. They’ve been coming in here for about two years. White Feather used to hang out with them.”
    “White Feather used to hang out with them?” I asked.
    “Yep, that’s right, until he