Shadow Watch
"That Raven Wash kid must be drunk," someone in the crowd yelled. "He's acting crazy. Watch out!"
Dr. Victoria Sommer jumped to her feet but couldn't see a thing over the two old men with the tall black felt hats who were standing in the row below hers. They were doing the same thing she was — the same thing everyone in the auditorium was doing — trying to see to the gym floor below.
Confused by the sudden chaos, Tory shoved her way into the aisle, hoping to see what was going on. She'd been living and working on the Navajo Big Reservation for only three months, but already a few truths about her patients and colleagues had become perfectly clear.
She'd learned that traditional Navajos were conditioned to take all things in moderation — making them the most patient, the most quiet and sometimes the most infuriatingly late people she had ever encountered.
Save for a few medical emergency exceptions, no one rushed and no one shouted. So when a long-haired younger man knocked into her shoulder as he dashed down the aisle and disappeared into the disturbed crowd, Tory was shocked.
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