That is how we made the list for our first direct mail solicitation. The narrator, Marlene, and her grandmother have driven in a pickup truck into Gallup, New Mexico, looking for Frank, the narrator's brother. No alcohol is permitted in the adjacent Navajo reservation and so Gallup is notorious for its strip of bars and violence. They arrive just in time to see Frank surrounded being beaten with bats. Cars passing on the road slow down to view the fight.
Grandmother goes into the bar to call the police and the ambulance.
I heard the shrilling police sirens and saw the flashing lights as two blue vans arrived. The big policemen, I thought they looked like Paul Bunyans, rushed over to where the boys were fighting. The policeman grabbed some of these boys from behind and held them tight. Then they put handcuffs on them. The boys were wiggling around trying to get away.