And so it came to pass that my brother Charlie and his friend Ed Soares were at Kayenta one evening, along with a couple of truck drivers and a ten-year old boy. Everything went along fine and then after dinner someone suggested a game of poker. Well, of course. The game was set up and the players assembled, including, to my brother's astonishment, the ten-year old boy.
Poker is an interesting game.
A person's character shows through during the evening. My brother found that all the characters in this game were tough. Nothing showed on anyones's face, least of all the face of the ten-year old boy. The chips did not move quickly from one person to another, but as the evening wore on, my brother noticed a slow, inexorable flow of chips to the ten-year old boy. In later years, in the nineteen forties and fifties, Martin Vigil of Tesuque was engaged in adding a kitchen to his house.