After supper and while the last glow of the sunsets still clung to the western horizon, Na-che said,
"Jonas, you want to see the great Navajo charm, made by Navajo god when he made these waterholes?"
Jonas pricked up his ears. "Is it a good charm or a hoo-doo?"
"If you come at it right, it means you never die," Na-che nodded her head solemnly.
Jonas put a cat's claw root on the fire. "All right! You see, woman, that I come at it right."
Na-che smiled and led the way eastward.
"Bless them!" exclaimed Enoch. "They're doing the very best they can for us!"
"And they're having a beautiful time with each other," added Diana. "I think Jonas loves you as much as Na-che loves me."
"I don't deserve that much love," said Enoch, watching the fire glow on
Diana's face. "But he is the truest friend I have on earth."
Diana gave him a quick, wide-eyed glance.