Estevan had been in a place where they looked just like every-body else, including cops. The relief showed in their bodies. Ibelieve they actually grew taller. And Turtle fit right in too; thiswas her original home. I was the odd woman out.Although, of course, I supposedly had enough Cherokee inme that it counted. I knew I would never really claim my headrights, and probably couldn’t even if I wanted to—they surely hada statute of limitations or some such thing. But it was a relief toknow the Cherokee Nation wasn’t a complete bust. I read a storyonce, I might have this confused but I think the way it went wasthat this lady had a diamond necklace put away in a safe-depositbox all her life, thinking that if she ever got desperate she couldsell it, only to find out on her deathbed that it was rhinestones.That was more or less the way I felt on that first terrible tripthrough Oklahoma.It was nice to find out, after all, that Mama’s and my ace inthe hole for all those years really did have a few diamonds in it:Lake Oologah, Lake o’ the Cherokees.“The Cherokee Nation has its own Congress and its ownPresident,” I reported to Esperanza and Estevan. “Did you knowthat?” I wasn’t sure if I actually knew this or was just elaboratingon what the girl in the restaurant had told me.