“You folks Americans?” As a traveler, I have lied answering this question, but that isn’t what gave me pause. Nor was it the novelty of traveling in my home country. The thing was that Leroy—hat, flannel shirt in spite of the red desert heat, swagger, braid down his back—was Diné, a Navajo, a real Indian cowboy, so I took a second to process before I ... [Continue Reading]