Leon's misplaced electrical engineer. The road had been the one which leads into Many Ruins Canyon. Old Woman Gray Rocks said the driver had been a Belacani like McKee and the truck had been pulling a little two-wheel trailer, and it was like those they haul bread in, with a door in the back-which meant it might be a van, like Dr. Hall's van. She didn't know what color it was but her grandson had seen it parked in Hard Goods Canyon three or four weeks ago when he was trapping rabbits. Hard Goods was the wash that runs into Many Ruins Canyon about nine miles up from the mouth, she said.
And then Old Woman Gray Rocks had returned to the subject of the decline of the younger generation, and mentioned a cousin of her nephews had cut up a Nakai in Gallup and stolen a car and run away.
'I heard about that at Window Rock,' McKee said. 'I heard his name was Luis Horseman.' He checked an impulse to tell her that Horseman was dead and to ask her if the cousin of her nephews had come home to hide. It was better to let her talk.
'That's his name,' Old Woman Gray Rocks said. She spit on the ground. 'He always acted like he didn't have any relatives. Got drunk all the time and fought people. His mother wasn't any good either. Run off from her children.' She lit another cigarette.
McKee wondered how far Leaphorn's news had spread. 'Did he kill that man in Gallup?'
'They say he got well,' she said. 'A policeman came to Shoemaker's and said that, and said he should come in to talk to Law and Order. It would be better if he did that.'
'How's he going to know?'
Old Woman Gray Rocks looked toward the Lukachukais. 'They said somebody went back in there and told him about it,' she said. 'I think it was one of those boys in the Nez outfit went to tell him.'
And that, McKee thought, will tell Joe Leaphorn that he guessed right about Horseman coming home to hide. And maybe it will tell him somebody named Nez saw Horseman the evening before his body turned up. That gave him a chance to return one of Leaphorn's many favors.
And now it seemed that this gossipy woman knew more about the witching incidents than she had been willing to admit. He thought about her statement that the Wolf was a stranger. A few hours earlier he would have rejected such an idea as incongruous. The witch should be one of the clan, a known irritant or target of envy. But now he was faced with a new set of facts. There seemed to be, if Old Woman Gray Rocks was well informed, none of the usual causes to produce a scapegoat witch. The cause, when he found it, now would likely be something isolated and outside the usual social pattern. He decided to pursue this point very gingerly.
'Who is the Navajo who says this Wolf is a stranger?' McKee asked.
'I heard that from my husband. He said they told him that one of the Tsosie boys found the place in an arroyo over that way'-Old Woman Gray Rocks made a vague gesture with her lips toward the Lukachukai slopes-'where the Wolf had camped. It was a dry camp and there was a spring just a mile up the arroyo. If he lived around here he would have known where the water was.'
'How did they know it was the Wolf's camp?' McKee asked.
They said to my husband that the boot tracks were the same tracks that Tsosie Begay found around his sheep pen after the Wolf came there.'
So, thought McKee.
'Is this boy of the family of Charley Tsosie?' he asked.
'It is the son of Charley,' Old Woman Gray Rocks said. 'He didn't get married so he is still with the clan.'
'And the Tsosie place is the one the Wolf came to?'
'That's what is said. Charley Tsosie was one of them he bothered.'
'Do you know the name of the other ones?' McKee asked. Before their meal she had assured him that she didn't know the identity of anyone who claimed to be troubled by a Wolf. McKee considered this small lie, now gracefully retracted, not as an indication of a Navajo secrecy but as a further demonstration of the mystery of womanhood. He had no theory concerning why Old Woman .Gray Rocks had withheld this information earlier, and no theory concerning why she had decided to confide it to him now, and no idea whether she would tell him more. McKee had concluded years ago that the intricacies of feminine logic were beyond his comprehension.
Old Woman Gray Rocks seemed not to have heard the question. She was looking down the slope toward the pole corral, where two young grandsons were putting a saddle on a scrubby-looking horse.
'I heard at the trading post that the other one the Wolf came after was a man they called Afraid of His Horse,' McKee said. 'But someone else said that wasn't right. And someone else told it was a fellow named Shelton Nakai, but they didn't know where he lived now.'
'Who told you it was Afraid of His Horse?' Old Woman Gray Rocks asked.
'I don't remember who it was now,' McKee said. It had been Mr. Shoemaker at the trading post, and Shoemaker had also told him that Afraid of His Horse was the son-in-law of Old Woman Gray Rocks.
'Maybe it was Ben Yazzie the witch was after,' the woman said slowly. 'I don't know where he lives now. He used to graze some sheep way up on the high slopes over there by Horse Fell and Many Ruins Canyon- That's where he used to have his summer hogan.'
McKee thought she looked nervous, and he thought he knew why. She didn't want her son-in-law connected, even in gossip, with witching, so she was turning his attention to Yazzie. He would find Charley Tsosie, Ben Yazzie, and Afraid of His Horse later, and talk to them, but now he would change the subject. He wanted to learn more, if Old Woman Gray Rocks would tell him, about why this witch was thought to be a stranger.
'I don't know why they think this Wolf doesn't live around here,' McKee said. 'Maybe he made that dry camp in the arroyo because he thought somebody would come to the spring and he didn't want them to find him.'
'Somebody saw him one night,' the old woman said. She spoke very slowly, weighing what she would say, and how much she would say. 'Witches come out mostly when there is a moon and there was a moon that night. This man he woke up in the night and heard a coyote singing and he went out to see about some lambs he had penned up out there and he saw the witch there in the moonlight. It wasn't anyone who has his hogan around here.'
McKee started to ask the name of this man, and thought better of it. This 'someone' would be Afraid of His Horse, the old woman's son-in-law.
