A fine wine The Navajo woman accepted my offer of a lift to the reservation, but didn't seem inclined to say much more. I noticed a look of ill-disguised disapproval as she got in the car, lingering for a moment on my exposed cleavage, but that was all she gazed stonily ahead while the car pulled away, leaving a trail of hot Nevada dust in the rear view mirror. After a few failed attempts at small talk, and my knowledge of her culture exhausted, I kept quiet, and concentrated instead on the eve…