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Johnny Rustywire

Articles by Johnny Rustywire


Bitter Winds

The television is a marvelous toy, but I’m not sure it teaches better than the old stories. My grandson was watching a man and a woman insulting each other on television. They claimed to be running for president of the United States by insulting each other.I confess I pleased...


Hashke: The Angry One

Some said he was too mean; others said he was just gruff. He was a big, rough, and a hard person. His name was Hashke—it means angry and mad in the Navajo way of speaking. His name fit him.Many avoided him and left him alone. He always found way...


Crumbling House Ruins

Sometimes I think about that place not far from Newcomb. The last night before we left for boarding school, summer had come and gone and it was the last day at home.She was from a place not far from Crumbling House Ruins.She stood there with long hair, eyes and...


For Adults Only

I was up north of the rez in Denver taking care of some stuff I needed to get done when I ran into an acquaintance whose mother I knew from long ago. She had raised her son in the city. He had recently settled down with his own off...


Some Things Are in the Wind…

There was a call. One of those you don’t like to hear. Ashie’s sister called him from Phoenix and said that their mother Nahgebah was in a bad way and that it looked like her time had come.He left driving south to the big city and the Phoenix Medical...


The Well at Burnham Junction

Burnham Junction was dry; there had been no water all summer. The sagebrush was a dull gray; the sun had baked the color of straw out of it. It was a long walk heading down the road, a single lane paved road that led from the junction back down the west...


Sonny Says Tip Your Cleaning Lady

The Pony Soldier Motel on Route 66 was just around the bend to East Flag—as in Flagstaff, Arizona, called Kinlani in Navajo. There are a lot of rooms in that place.There was a woman, a cleaning woman who would work her way around those rooms cleaning up after messy...


Growing Old in the Blessing Way

Old Man Kee Bedonie sat down at the small wooden table at his place and looked out through the screen door to the east as the sun set and from there the colors of the rainbow appeared, turning everything gold, yellow, orange with a tinge of purple and a..


The Books That Brought Bad Luck

What were their names?I can't remember their names.It was 1901. No-tats was sitting in a room with plain walls painted white like the outside of the small building. It was the Indian Agency and there was an old white man with spectacles. His name was Baker, the Indian to...