There's a sign on the cover of Hataałii's Waiting for a Sign, bearing the words "authentic real deal." It's the kind of billboard familiar to anyone who's driven through the large swaths of Native-held land in the American Southwest. Signs hocking goods, promising hearty meals, beckoning you off the road and into some cafe, trading post, or casino. But that's only scratching the surface. He joins us for a conversation to dig deeper . . .
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