The treaty they signed with the white man's government in 1868 promised the Navajos sovereignty within their reservation for as long as the grass shall grow and the rivers run. Since then, 100 years have swept across the parched Arizona buttes. Now the grass grows sparsely, and water must be hauled from distant wells. As the Navajos' population expands, opportunities shrink. Young men go away. Elders lose esteem. By passed by white progress, the Navajos clutch the tatters of their treaty promises and watch the old ways die.
Indian Siege. When the Great White Father, in the guise of the Office...