"They're not going to kill him and walk away from it."
"But sometimes they do," Chee said. "That's the way it is."
"No," she said. The tone was suddenly vehement. "They won't get away with it. You understand that?"
"Not exactly," Chee said.
"Do you understand "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth"?"
"I've heard it," Chee said.
"Don't you believe in justice? Don't you believe that things need to be evened up?"
... As a matter of fact, the concept seemed as strange to him as the idea that someone with money would steal had seemed to Mrs. Musket. Someone who violated basic rules of behavior and harmed you was, by Navajo definition, "Out of control." The dark wind had entered him and destroyed his judgment. One avoided such persons, and worried about them, and was pleased if they were cured of this temporary insanity and returned again to hozro. But to Chee's Navajo mind, the idea of punishing them would be as insane as the original act. He understood it was a common attitude in the white culture, but he'd never before encountered it so directly.
I have nothing to say about this quick and entertaining little mystery.
I figured it out WAY before Jim Chee did, before even the halfpoint of the novel. I hate feeling like I'm smarter than the cops, but at least Hillerman is honest and straightforward with you, giving you all the information you need to figure things out. He doesn't cheat you like mystery authors who don't give you all the facts and pull some person you didn't even know existed out of left field to be the murderer. ("It was Jennifer's twin! We thought she died in childbirth!" or some such thing.)
There's no women in this. I have absolutely no idea what happened to Mary Landon, Chee's girlfriend from the last novel. There's no mention of her, it's as if she'd never existed. Not that I miss her, good riddance. This is 1982, two years after the last book.
The only other really interesting part of the book besides Chee explaining how revenge is a strange and foreign idea, is when our friend Jim Chee is handcuffed and roughed up by a corrupt DEA agent.
Johnson struck Chee across the face, a stinging, back-handed blow...
Chee's nose hurt. He felt a trickle of blood start from it, moving down his lip. His face stung and his eyes were watering. But the real effect of the blow was psychological. His mind seemed detached from all this, working at several levels. At one, it was trying to remember the last time anyone had struck him. He had been a boy when that happened, fighting with a cousin. At another level his intelligence considered what he should do, what he should say, why this was happening. And at still another, he felt simple animal rage - an instinct to kill.
I liked all this emotion, and couldn't wait to see how Chee was going to ultimately deal with this corrupt piece of shit.
He goes out and handles things like a man, it's very good. He's no proto-mensch like Joe Leaphorn, but he can handle his business, which is very encouraging to me.
Tl;dr - A fun, quick, entertaining read but nothing that I would call stellar.
P.S. Funniest line in the book: As he chewed he reviewed.
I don't know whether this was intentional or not, but it was funny as hell.