Dr. Paul Clarin was an ‘arrogant bastard.’
He will tell you himself as you start up the hill with him. Years ago, he just wanted to ask the old Navajo about the meaning of some words, copied onto what looked like deer skin.
He didn’t know it would take days to tumble out in haunting images through the old man’s thoughts and words.
Sitting on a peaceful patio with a plate of maple long johns, some good coffee, and a wee dram from a bottle of scotch, Paul Clarin sets out on a journey with himself-through stories of an old cowboy, a wolf, a mass-murderer, and the sound of spurs that ‘tinkled,’ told by an ancient Native American with liked to dance.
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