The Wind River Casino’s website allowed online job applications, but I thought I might have a better chance if I went there in person. I was all too aware of how my travels had begun to eat into the wad of cash in my wallet, and I knew I needed to start earning money again as soon as possible. Resolutely, I put aside all thoughts of the inheritance from my father; since I had no way of safely accessing it, that money might as well not have existed at all.
I printed out the Wind River job application at my hotel’s “business center” — a couple of tables and a wireless printer — filled it out, and put on the most professional-looking of the outfits in my meager wardrobe: a dark cardigan over a white T-shirt, new dark jeans, and black flats. The ensemble wouldn’t have gotten me in the door at
