“Just a few scratches and bruises.” She came forward to prove it and patted his bandaged shoulder.
“And ... and Cavanaugh?”
“The crazy fool is still up there,” Hall spoke up. “Look.” He pointed through the bedroom window.
Sandy worked his head around in that direction. The great hump of the Window Rock was lit up as bright as day.
“Floodlights,” Hall explained as he saw the boy’s surprise. “They’re set up permanently to illuminate the Rock on Frontier Day and for other tourist events.”
“But....”
“The Navajo police turned them on. The whole force, as well as most of the Indians who attended the joint Council meeting, are up there trying to flush Cavanaugh out of hiding.”
“Ralph too?” Sandy’s eyes were shining.
“Yes.”
“Did the Council meeting come to anything, Mr.—John?”