Mabel McKay. Greg Sarris

light. I wanted to see what was left of my new car. Then I heard her passing on my side of the car. “Car done real good,” she said with a slight chuckle. I looked up from the dusty red fender, then took her arm and helped her up the porch step.

      Carnivals, Madams, and Mixed-Up Indian Doctors

      Then Mrs. Spencer she tried to put me in

      school, but school didn’t put up with my

      Dream work.