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The drive from Santa Fe to the Wind River Reservation in central Wyoming was supposed to take a little more than eleven hours. I knew there was no way I could manage such a trip in a single day — well, if pressed, maybe I could, but I didn’t want to take the risk of falling asleep behind the wheel like I almost had on my way into New Mexico. But Genoveva had that handled, too, telling me I could stop in a town called Walden that was still in Colorado but around the midway point of the drive, and then conclude my journey the following day.
“That’s in Harper territory,” she told me over the phone, after I’d had dinner and called her using the landline in my hotel room. “But I’ll call in the morning and let them know you’re coming through, and it should be fine. Just stick to the route I
