Never-ending-snake: An Ella Clah Novel
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Would you like us to take another look at this review? No, cancel Yes, report it Thanks! You've successfully reported this review. Sergeant Lonewolf had been awarded the Distinguished Service Cross after almost singlehandedly fighting off an attack on his unit's Afghan mountain outpost. During six hours of nighttime combat, Sergeant Lonewolf had been wounded several times. Yet despite his own injuries, he'd rescued three trapped soldiers and led them to safety.
After leaving the military and returning home, Adam had sought a new direction for his life. The search had eventually led him to Kevin, who'd helped him get a job as a lobbyist. Kevin had even gone the extra mile, introducing Adam to the Washington businessmen and government officials he'd need to network with on behalf of the tribe.
Recently, when Kevin had unexpectedly become the target of threats, Adam had volunteered to provide him with travel protection. Knowing Adam's reputation would be the best possible deterrent, Kevin had readily agreed. Lonewolf wasn't much of a talker, though. Ella doubted that he'd said more than three words since they'd left Albuquerque, and even less on the flight from the capital.
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The hard, yet vacant gleam there was one she recognized. She'd seen it in the faces of many veterans and experienced law enforcement officers who'd seen too much death--up close and personal. Adam's military service had been intense and extremely violent and that left major scars, not all of them visible.
Ella knew it was likely he would carry some of those for as long as he lived. Adam shook his head. The best way for me to do that is by advancing the tribe's interests in D.
The tribe covers my transportation expenses. With family, it isn't easy," Ella warned in a low, thoughtful voice. She wouldn't know what to do with me if I decided to stay home," he added, suddenly laughing. The gesture transformed his face, and for that brief moment Adam Lonewolf was just another young Navajo man looking forward to being home again with his family. It can't be easy for them whenever they hear about an officer involved in a shooting," he said, his expression shifting back to its somber mood.
But my daughter knows that if she needs me I'm just a phone call away. The same goes for her dad," she added, glancing at Kevin. What helped me most back then was knowing I could count on my clan to look after things for me here. The dependable support system clans provided were multilayered, more than family, and more complex than most people on the outside ever realized.
It's too bad that work's always so hard to find.
I could make a real difference for other families, and my own, if I could bring more jobs to the Navajo Nation. That'll get you the contacts you need to advance the tribe's agenda," Kevin said. You can hold your own with practically anyone. It's a survival skill as well as a tactical necessity sometimes.
The pi lot then circled to the right, lining up the aircraft as they lost more altitude, approaching from the south toward the small landing strip southwest of "downtown" Shiprock. Adam grew quiet again, his hands on the briefcase on his lap as he stared out the window. From what she could read of his body language, he was impatient, eager to land. She had a feeling that Adam had missed his wife a lot more than he'd readily admit. Ahead, to their left and far below, Ella saw a white van coming down the access road from the west. It wasn't her mother, Rose, and her husband, Herman.
Her stepfather still drove his old hot rod pickup. Maybe it was cargo for the single engine aircraft's return flight to Albuquerque--or a service vehicle. Their small craft dropped quickly, then flared out and slowed, touching down with a gentle bump of the rear landing gear. The nose dropped slightly, and the front gear touched down. The pi lot cut the engine speed again, applied the brakes, and they slowed quickly. Without the roar of big jet engines and the whir from the activation of flaps and such, their landing was relatively quiet.
They slowed to a few miles per hour, then turned to the right and taxied toward a small hangar. Ella's heart began to beat faster, and she looked in vain at the small parking lot, hoping to see Herman's pickup. She couldn't wait to see Dawn.
When Never-ending-snake begins, Navajo Police Special Investigator Ella Clah is returning from Washington, DC, where she was offered a lucrative job with a. Editorial Reviews. From Publishers Weekly. At the start of the Thurlos' engaging 16th Ella Clah mystery (after 's Earthway), two gun men ambush Ella.
Although she'd only been away for three days, it felt like an eternity had passed. Phone calls were never enough, and bulletin-style e-mails and tweets lacked a personal touch. They came to a stop about fifty feet from the edge of the asphalt.
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The pi lot took off his headset, unbuckled his seat belt, then half turned in his seat. You can unbuckle and gather your gear while I climb out and deploy the steps. I expect Marie's still on the road, driving back. I was planning to ride in with Kevin, then pick up a car at the tribal motor pool on the mesa.
Glossary Some terminology that may be used in this description includes: I could make a real difference for other families, and my own, if I could bring more jobs to the Navajo Nation. She smiled, glad to be back on her turf. Want to Read Currently Reading Read. The position would provide more stability for her tween daughter. Dawn signed in as Firstlight1, and Ella was Ladylaw. Its another good mystery in the mode of Hillerman's books with a large dose of Navajo culture mixed in.
Following her gaze, he gave her a quick half smile. But my wife bought this for me, so I'm stuck with taking paperwork home to show her how much I appreciate the gift," he added, then laughed.
Never-Ending-Snake: An Ellah Clah Novel
The pi lot was outside adjusting the small aluminum steps. This time, beside a special edition board game for my nephew, I've actually got some important papers crowded in here. I could have used a tote bag for the game, I guess, but I like to keep one hand free whenever I can--and I'm never going to carry anything over my shoulder again. Right now I'm preparing a lawsuit to recover some overpayments. It's a contractual issue, but several hundred thousand are at stake. Enough, apparently, to make me a target, at least for harassment. I wouldn't be surprised if my enemies try to get me fired once they discover I can't be intimidated.
New Mexico air smelled sweeter than the exhaust-laden oxygen substitute she'd been forced to breathe in D.
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Their airport, for example, was nothing more than a few narrow asphalt strips with a wide spot at one end and a hangar just large enough to provide a little shade for the mechanic. To her right, about fifty yards from the hangar, were the fuel pumps, and beyond, a small cinder block structure with a rooftop observation area.
She smiled, glad to be back on her turf. The pi lot, Pete Sanchez, ducked under the wing and moved to the belly, where there was a storage compartment. Things on the Rez usually ran on Indian time. Nothing could keep her away," Ella said, grinning widely. Her life seems to run at a faster pace than ours. It looked like a FedEx ground service van, though she couldn't see the sign from this angle.
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Glancing back toward the aircraft, she saw Pete retrieving their luggage, three soft side bags and two carry-ons. His gaze was focused on the van, which had whipped around, then come to a stop, rear doors facing them. An uneasy feeling crept up her spine and almost simultaneously, the badger fetish at her neck, a gift from her brother, became scalding hot--a sure sign of danger. Ella placed her hand on the butt of her pistol. Adam took a step closer to Kevin, his gaze still fixed on the van. Suddenly both rear doors flew open and two bulky men in black overalls armed with assault rifles jumped down to the pavement.
Glancing back, Ella saw Adam yank Kevin to the ground beside the starboard side landing gear, then drop to one knee, grabbing at his thigh, instinctively reaching for the service Beretta he'd worn for years. A second later he flinched, then toppled to the pavement, blood spewing from his head. Groaning from an apparent hit, Kevin curled up behind the meager protection of the landing gear wheel.
Ella, her nine-millimeter service pistol in hand, snapped off three quick shots, then rolled to her left, trying to use the shadow cast from the aircraft's tail for concealment. The two shooters stopped moving forward but kept their weapons up by their shoulders, squeezing off round after round.
The pi lot, in line when the men first opened fire, had already taken a stray bullet to the shoulder, but the assailants were no longer paying any attention to him.