"It's beautiful," she agreed, beginning to break down her tripod, condensing it into something that could be used defensively if needed."I'm photographing it for Arizona Highways.A celebration of Navajo landscapes."
"Not everything should be captured," the man said, taking a step forward."Some images take more than they give.Some places remember what has been taken from them."
The conversation had veered from typical cultural exchange into something that raised the hairs on Jennifer's arms.She maintained her pleasant expression while her right hand slipped into her jacket pocket, fingers closing around her car keys and positioning them between her knuckles—a technique she'd learned in a martial arts class.
"I try to photograph with respect," she said, continuing to pack her gear with her free hand."But I understand if this location is restricted.The officer didn't mention any restrictions, but I can certainly delete the images."
The man stared at her, saying nothing.
Jennifer took a deliberate step back, maintaining distance."I should really get going.I have another assignment this afternoon."
"You misunderstand," he said, his voice still gentle but now carrying an undertone that made her skin prickle."I was not making an offer."
Jennifer abandoned any pretense of casual conversation, quickly shouldering her camera bag while maintaining visual contact with the man."Thank you for the information about the area.I'll be more careful about where I photograph in the future."
She began moving laterally toward the path that led back to her car, careful not to turn her back on the stranger.His expression remained placid, but his eyes remained on her.
"The officer will be expecting me back," Jennifer said, hoping the mention of police would unsettle this stranger."He gave me a time limit for the shoot."
"The tribal police are very diligent," the man agreed, his voice giving no indication of concern."Though last I knew, it looked like Officer Begay was heading north along the shore.A pity."
Unsettled by these words, Jennifer abandoned the path entirely, turning to descend the hill via a steeper, less direct route that would still lead her back to the parking area.She moved quickly, her hiking boots finding purchase on the rocky slope as she half-jogged, half-slid downward.
Behind her, she heard rather than saw the man following—not rushing, but maintaining a steady, confident pace, as if he knew something she didn't.Jennifer increased her speed, ignoring the strain in her knees as she navigated the uneven terrain while balancing her camera equipment.
As the parking area came into view below, relief surged through her—until she spotted her rental car in the turnout.Even from this distance, she could see that something was wrong.The vehicle sat at an unusual angle, lower to the ground than it should be.
When she reached flat ground, Jennifer sprinted the final yards to her car, then stopped cold at what she found.All four tires had been methodically slashed, deep cuts that had guaranteed complete deflation.The isolation of her situation hit her with physical force—no cell reception, the nearest patrol vehicle potentially miles away.
And an increasingly concerning stranger who had now reached the base of the hill behind her.
Jennifer spun to face him, car keys extended between her knuckles in a makeshift weapon, her other hand reaching for the canister of bear spray tucked into her camera bag's side pocket.The defensive posture made the man pause several yards away.
"I don't want trouble," she said firmly."I'm expected at the tribal police station for an interview this morning.When I don't show up, they'll come looking."
The lie felt unconvincing even to her own ears, but it was the best she could manage under the circumstances.The man's expression didn't change.He simply watched her, as if waiting for her to act first.
Jennifer glanced down the road, hoping desperately for the unlikely appearance of another vehicle.As if summoned by her desperation, the distant sound of an engine reached her.Jennifer nearly collapsed with relief when a tribal police SUV appeared around the bend, moving steadily in their direction.
The man heard it too, his gaze shifting briefly toward the approaching vehicle.For the first time, he seemed to hesitate, a flicker of calculation crossing his features.
"Officer!"Jennifer shouted, waving her free arm overhead.
The police vehicle continued approaching, and Jennifer could now make out a single officer inside—not Begay, but another tribal officer.She continued signaling, positioning herself directly beside the road to ensure visibility.
To her horror, the patrol car slowed only slightly as it approached, the officer inside raising a hand in what might have been acknowledgment before continuing past the turnout.Jennifer watched in disbelief as the vehicle disappeared around the next bend, the sound of its engine fading into silence.
"Friendly fellow," the man said behind her, closer now.
Jennifer whirled back to face him, raising the bear spray canister."Stay back!I don't know what you want, but you stay the hell away from me."
In answer, the man lifted the herb bundle again, and this time Jennifer noticed something else in his other hand—a small cloth bag from which he withdrew a handful of fine yellow powder.Before she could react, he blew the powder toward her face, the particles catching the morning breeze and swirling around her head.
Jennifer tried to hold her breath, backing away while keeping the bear spray aimed at her attacker, but she'd already inhaled some of the substance.Almost immediately, her vision began to blur at the edges, her limbs growing unexpectedly heavy.
"What did you—" she began, her tongue feeling suddenly thick in her mouth.
She tried to depress the trigger on the bear spray, but her fingers no longer seemed connected to her brain's commands.The canister slipped from her grasp, bouncing harmlessly on the gravel as she struggled to remain standing.
