Plant Them Deep [NOOK Book]

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For the Navajo, to "walk in beauty"-to stay in balance with the natural world around one-is the greatest gift, and the greatest task, of one's life. For Rose Destea, to walk in beauty has meant threading a difficult path between traditionalist and modernist ways. Though she worships at the family shrine, her husband was a Christian preacher. Though her son, Clifford Destea, is a respected hataalii or medicine man, her daughter, Ella Clah, is a...
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For the Navajo, to "walk in beauty"-to stay in balance with the natural world around one-is the greatest gift, and the greatest task, of one's life. For Rose Destea, to walk in beauty has meant threading a difficult path between traditionalist and modernist ways. Though she worships at the family shrine, her husband was a Christian preacher. Though her son, Clifford Destea, is a respected hataalii or medicine man, her daughter, Ella Clah, is a Special Investigator with the Navajo Police and a former FBI agent.

After decades as a wife, mother, and grandmother, Rose has become a tribal activist. Briefly in the national spotlight when she spoke against bringing casino gambling to the Navajo Reservation, Rose now works to guide not just her family but the whole tribe into a balanced future.

When Navajo healers and members of the Plant Watchers society report that healing plants sacred to the Navajo are disappearing from the Rez, the tribal council asks Rose to catalog the plants and their growing places. She faces strong opposition from hataaliis reluctant to reveal their secret herb-gathering spots and from people who think the Rez should cultivate genetically engineered plants instead of native species.
Rose finds evidence that many plants have been stolen-plants that may be valuable in the growing market for alternative and natural medications. Rose's home is burgled and her plant notes stolen. Adding to her worries is the serious illness of an old friend and the apparent extinction of a plant essential to the healing ritual that is the sick woman's only hope of a cure. Then a Navajo man is found dead, apparently of a heart attack; Rose is convinced that he was murdered by the plant thief.

Rose has picked up a trick or two from her police officer daughter; she begins an independent investigation that soon has her up to her neck in trouble.

Plant Them Deep is a stand-alone novel that complements the Ella Clah series and will deepen readers' understanding of the Navajo world.

At the publisher's request, this title is being sold without Digital Rights Management software (DRM) applied.


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The husband-and-wife writing team of Aimée and David Thurlo are best known for their dynamic procedural series featuring Navajo Police Special Investigator Ella Clah. In Plant Them Deep Ella's mother, Rose Destea, gets a chance to blossom in this charming stand-alone mystery -- a cozy break from the intensely investigative Ellah Clah series. A Navajo traditionalist, Rose has repeatedly taken stands defending tribal rights and beliefs and fought to restore harmony to her tribe and its land. As a member of the Plant Watchers Society, it is Rose's responsibility to defend sacred Mother Earth and to protect the Plant People -- plants that are becoming increasingly scarce -- that were the gifts of the gods to her people. Rose is concerned about soil damage caused by mining on the reservation and alarmed by recent reports about indiscriminate harvesting of some of the most valuable native plants. So she's pleased when the Tribal Council asks her to conduct an official survey of ceremonial and medicinal plants on the reservation. But she soon discovers that getting to the truth involves asking a lot of questions people don't want to answer -- and facing some unexpected dangers. Sue Stone
Publishers Weekly
Nothing is planted deep in this disappointing entry (after 2002's Tracking Bear) in the Thurlos' popular series starring Navajo Special Investigator Ella Clah. Here Ella's mom, Rose Destea, takes center stage. When the tribe's medicinal and ceremonial plants start vanishing from the reservation, the tribal council appoints Rose, a Plant Watcher, to investigate the problem, and she soon confirms that someone is indeed stealing these invaluable resources. Rose requests that the medicine men who use the plants assist by revealing only to her their ancestral plant-gathering locations. Little does she realize that acquiring this information will jeopardize her safety. After a chance meeting, Rose enlists the aid of old friend Charlie Dodge, whose appearance finally changes the tone of this otherwise placid tale of botany to something more menacing. Ella appears in a tense conclusion, but all in all, this is the coziest of cozies, long on horticultural detail and short on mystery. (Nov. 10) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
This excellent series addition focuses on Ella Clah's (Changing Woman) mother, who is asked by the Navajo tribal council to inventory the sacred plants used for healing. When many go missing, she starts snooping. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Though this is billed as a mystery for Navajo tribal cop Ella Clah, it takes her mom to catch the thief. The Plant People-special healing herbs with names like "sweet cattail" and "tenacious"-have been vanishing from the Rez at an alarming rate, and the Navajo Tribal Council hires Plant Watcher Rose Destea to do something about it. Redoubtable Rose, mother of formidable Special Investigator Ella (Tracking Bear, p. 193, etc.), is a fierce defender of "the old ways," a bloodhound at sniffing out anything that might have the effect of loosening their grip. Gladly accepting the job, she says, "We need the Plant People, and we now have to find and take care of them so they'll become plentiful again." Soon enough, Rose learns that some light-fingered so-and-so sees profit in filching her precious plants for nefarious purposes. Exactly what they might be, Rose has yet to fathom, though there are multiple possibilities and suspects, both tribal and Anglo. When murder rears its ugly head, however, it becomes frighteningly clear that no one who gets in the way of a determined and unscrupulous villain is safe-not Rose, not her friends, not even Ella, who ventures in from the wings for a walk-on or two. Unfortunately, the prose is pedestrian, the pace drags, and though the tribal lore is, as usual, genuinely interesting, it's not quite enough to redeem a pokey, dozy cozy. Agent: Elaine Koster
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"Plenty of action, splendid characterizations, and a deep knowledge of contemporary Navajo life make this a rewarding read."(Booklist on Changing Woman)

New Mexican

"Suspense is their thing, the Southwest is their 'hood, and they're imaginative. Rose is feisty."
New Mexico Magazine

"This book stands alone. Informative on subjects ranging from Navajo life to botany, [it] enlightens the reader as it entertains."
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429914932
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 7/1/2005
  • Series: Rose Destea Series
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 88,286
  • File size: 805 KB

Meet the Author


Aimée and David Thurlo have been married for more than thirty years and have been writing novels together for nearly that long, in a variety of genres including romance, young adult, and mystery. They have three ongoing mystery series, the Sister Agatha series, starring a cloistered nun, the Lee Nez series, featuring a Navajo vampire who teams up with a female FBI agent to fight crimes that have elements of the supernatural, and their flagship series, the critically-acclaimed Ella Clah novels. Several Ella Clah novels, including Tracking Bear, Red Mesa, and Shooting Chant, have received starred reviews from Booklist.

David Thurlo was raised on the Navajo Indian Reservation and later taught school in Shiprock, also on the Rez. Aimée, a native of Havana, Cuba, has lived in New Mexico for more than thirty years. The Thurlos share their home with dogs, horses, and various pet rodents. They have written more than fifty novels which have been published in more than twenty countries.

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ONE
 
 
The midmorning sun cascading across the Chuska Mountains filtered downward into the wind- and water-carved canyons, revealing the stark beauty of the Dinetah, the land of the Navajo people. Rose Destea stood by the open kitchen window, a cup of herbal tea in hand, enjoying the sweet scent of sage and piñon pine that drifted into her warm kitchen.
With her granddaughter Dawn at day-school, and her daughter, Ella, a police officer, at work, mornings at home were quiet these days. The peaceful hours had become her time to think, to remember, and, most important of all, to reinforce the hózhq--everything that was good, orderly, harmonious, and beautiful in her life.
Rose stood alone in the silence, at peace with herself and her surroundings. She'd spent most of her adult life here, in this house that Raymond, her husband, had built for her almost fifty years ago. Memories whispered from every corner. These walls had seen life, and endured the emptiness and loss a death always left behind.
Their marriage had been stormy. She'd remained faithful to the Navajo Way as a traditionalist, while as a Christian preacher, only the Anglo God had held Raymond's complete respect. But after his murder, the fire at the center of her world had given way to a coldness that nothing could penetrate. Lena Clani, her lifelong friend, had helped her crawl out of the deep abyss of sorrow that had almost destroyed her.
Raymond's passing had signaled the end of an era for her. Not really needed anymore by her adult children, Rose had known that she'd need to find a new purpose--something that would sustain her and give her direction--a reason to get up every morning.
She'd found herself again through her love for the tribe. The Dineh, The People, defined her and centered her. Now Rose frequently spoke on behalf of Mother Earth, which had been devastated by the various mining companies that had come to their land with promises of new jobs and a better life. The Dinetah was a sacred place given to the Navajos by the Holy People. To honor Mother Earth, harmony would have to be restored--to the land and to the tribe.
The phone rang, interrupting her musings. Rose picked it up, knowing who it was even before she heard the voice of Jennifer Clani, Lena's granddaughter. Jennifer took care of Dawn, Ella's daughter, before and after day-school.
"Thanks so much for calling back so quickly. I need you to come in early today," Rose said. "I'm going to be leaving shortly and I want to be sure that someone will be here when my granddaughter gets home. They're getting off early."
Getting Jennifer's assurance that she'd arrive in a matter of minutes, Rose went outside. She'd heard a truck coming up the road and suspected that Herman Cloud would be pulling up to the house in a moment or two. If she was there to greet him, he wouldn't have to wait by his car.
Herman always honored traditionalist ways by never approaching anyone's front door unless invited to do so and Rose appreciated the courtesy. Having a modernist daughter meant that the old ways got swept aside often. Although she'd grown to accept it as inevitable, she missed the small courtesies The People had extended to one another in times past.
Seeing her wave at him, Herman came up to meet her. Herman, whom she'd teasingly named Bizaadii--which meant the gabby one because he was usually so quiet, stood around five-foot-seven and had broad, erect shoulders. His face was leathery and rough, and marked by a multitude of deep lines that attested to a lifetime of hardships and the spirit of determination that had kept him strong through the years. His deep-set eyes sparkled with intelligence and alertness. Although a man of few words, he was easy to talk to and cared about the tribe as much as Rose did.
"Good morning," he greeted. "Are you ready to go gather the medicinal plants you wanted?"
"Almost. Come in while I prepare a jug of iced tea. It's going to get hot outside quickly today."
"We all keep hoping for some rain, but the clouds come and go without so much as a drop."
"The rains will start later this month. The Plant People have learned to be patient," she reminded, referring to all plant life in the traditionalist way. "We have  to do the same."
Rose brewed some mint tea and cooled it quickly with ice cubes, then poured it into a large thermos. They were almost ready to leave when Jennifer arrived. Today she was wearing a long, full denim skirt and a vivid red cotton blouse.
She gave Rose a bright smile. "Is there any special job you want me to take care of today?"
"Could you water my herb garden, Boots?" Rose said, using the nickname Jennifer had been given as a child. "I'm running a little behind and didn't get a chance."
"I'll do it now while I'm waiting for your granddaughter."
"Her friend's mother is bringing her home today, but it's possible my granddaughter will want her little friend to stay and visit," Rose advised.
"That's fine."
As Rose and Herman got under way, Rose gave him directions to her favorite collecting site near Pinedale, a rural community north of Fallen Timber Ridge. It was about one hundred miles southeast of Shiprock. "I know the journey is a long one," Rose said, "but 'blue pollen' grows there in abundance, and also 'wondering about medicine.'"
"I know 'blue pollen.' Outside our borders it's called wild larkspur. I remember that from an essay my son did for school once."
"That's the one. The blue flower petals can be dried and ground with other plants and used for sacred pollen. I like carrying some in my medicine bundle." She pulled out her jish, a small leather pouch that contained soil from the sacred mountains, white shell, and other items of power. "I also carry a rock crystal in here. The crystal stands for the prayer and the power of the spoken word, and the pollen signifies well-being. Together, they work to make all prayers come true," Rose said.
Herman nodded in approval. "What's the other plant you mentioned?"
"'Wondering about medicine.' The Anglos call it silvery lupine, I believe. My son needs it for a Sing he's doing for a patient, and I'd like to transplant a healthy plant or two into my own garden. The lotion we make from the leaves is a good treatment for poison ivy. With my granddaughter going everywhere these days, I think I should have a supply on hand."
As they traveled south toward her plant-collecting site, Rose gazed with concern at the familiar upland desert country they were passing through. These days the Rez seemed more barren than the Dinetah she remembered from her youth and could visualize so easily in her mind's eye.
"The reservation has changed so much since we were young," she said sadly. "When I was a girl, we'd see sheep grazing almost everywhere. We could eat sumac berries and hashk'aan, the fruit of the yucca, when we were hungry. Now look at that old rusted-out drilling equipment. Everything around it is dead, even the earth itself. Mining has destroyed so much of our land." She exhaled softly. "I wish I could make my daughter and others of her generation understand what we've lost in just their lifetime."
He nodded. "It's the same with my two nephews, the ones in the same profession as your daughter. To them life goes by fast, and sometimes it seems that the moment is all that really matters to them. But I believe, deep down, they do know that change isn't always for the better--that you have to pick and choose what you give up and what you allow to take its place."
"All things are connected. That's why I'm so worried about all our Plant People. Some of the areas near the mines, not far from where we're going, used to be filled with Indian rice grass and there was goosefoot as far as you could see. Yet nothing but snakeweed grows there now. I know snakeweed has its place--it can cure snake and ant bites--but it also poisons livestock. The imbalance caused by mining is making many of the Plant People leave, and without them, livestock grows weak and dies. Eventually, without the animals, The People will go hungry too."
 Off the interstate east of Gallup, they traveled down a graveled road through the piñon-juniper-covered hills adjacent to Fallen Timber Ridge. At long last they pulled over, and Rose walked with Herman across a large field. Herman carried a small shovel, while Rose brought the soluble fiber plant pots they'd need.
"Blue pollen" plants were plentiful. Rose left an offering of white shell beside the plants she'd be leaving behind, and explained why she'd be taking two of their neighbors. Then, after a brief prayer, Herman dug up the plants and she potted them. Afterward, she buried the plant fragments that remained and said a final prayer.
Carrying the pots, they continued their search for "wondering about medicine" for another hour, but, despite their efforts, the plant was nowhere to be seen.
"It should be growing all around here," Rose said. "The flowers are grayish lavender in color, and the mature shrubs should be almost two feet tall by now."
At last, in an area where Rose remembered having seen the shrubs once, they found two sickly plants barely a foot tall. Rose studied the ground, puzzled. "There are several holes around here," she pointed out, "and they're not the work of prairie dogs. I think someone must have dug up the other 'wondering about medicine' and left only these two little ones behind."
Herman crouched down. "Whoever it was used an entrenching tool."
"A what?"
"It's something originally used by soldiers to dig foxholes and trenches--a short shovel that folds up and can also be used like a pick. The business end is pointed."
Rose nodded toward the marks on the ground. "That seems about right. But who would harvest the plants so indiscriminately and without leaving any offerings? Our people know to take only what they need and leave the best and strongest behind so there'll always be a supply."
"It's undoubtedly someone who wasn't taught that there's a right way to collect plants," Herman said.
"Some are saying that the Plant People are moving away
because they don't feel we honor them," she said softly. "Maybe they're right."
"This was probably done by someone in a hurry and willing to cut corners."
Rose looked at the small plants. "I'll take the smallest of those two. Maybe with some natural fertilizer and proper watering I can help it grow strong again. If these plants are becoming scarce, we need to try and save some."
 "Agreed. I think if you leave that one there it'll die, so by taking it, you're giving it a chance. Its neighbor has better odds of survival left on its own."
Once she finished transplanting it, Rose patted the earth back in place with her hands, then looked up. "The earth smells strange. I've never noticed that before around here." She held up a small clump of sandy soil and sniffed it closely. "Maybe that's the reason all the plants around us look so weak and spindly."
"Could be," Herman answered, looking around. "We've walked farther than I realized. I can't see the truck from here. Let's start heading back."
Herman helped Rose to her feet and they began walking back, carrying the plants they'd collected. "That sure is an odd smell. What do you think it is?"
Rose considered it silently, not wanting to alarm him. But it was clear to her what it was. Here, the earth itself was dying.
Herman looked across a low spot where a few underweight cows were grazing. "I don't think they should be grazing livestock here," he added.
"What other choice do they have? Animals have to eat what's available."
They headed back slowly, each immersed in thought. Suddenly Rose heard a low, rapid scuffling close to her right, followed by a soft, plaintive cry. "There's something in trouble over there, near the arroyo. I'm going to see what it is."
As she drew near, she heard the mournful cry of a calf. Rose looked around, but she couldn't see the animal anywhere.
"It must be down in the arroyo," Herman said, having heard it too. "Maybe it wandered away from the others and got trapped. We should try and help it out."
Rose set down the plants, but Herman held on to the shovel as they walked down the slope into the arroyo, which meandered as far as she could see in a north-south direction. As they reached the bottom, Rose discovered a half-starved calf on the floor of the trenchlike wash. The hoofprints along the steep rim of the embankment told the story. The animal had fallen in and was now lying on its side, obviously exhausted from repeated attempts to climb back out.
"From its condition, that poor animal must have fallen in here some time ago. With the lack of grasses around here, my guess is that it went off looking for better grazing and ended up where it is now," Herman said.
"I know the woman who owns this animal and the others we saw. She has four or five cows and probably double that in goats, and lives about a half mile from here. But I don't think she has a truck or a horse she can use to get this animal out. Last time I saw her, all she had was an old station wagon that was barely running. I think we should try to get her calf out of this arroyo before it dies of exhaustion or lack of water."
Herman walked up to the animal, and it turned its head, letting out a sad cry. "You're right. It's young, and it may still survive if we can get it out. I'll walk back to the road and bring my truck. I have a tow strap, so maybe we can find a way to pull or lift the calf out."
While Herman hurried back to his pickup, Rose began trying to figure a way to get the stranded animal out of what was essentially a ten-foot-deep, steep-sided ditch. A cave-in had toppled a section of embankment, probably the same spot where the calf had fallen in. The mound of soft earth had blocked off the arroyo in the direction that apparently led downhill, and tracks showed where the calf had walked back and forth several times. The arroyo was probably blocked at both ends.
Rose decided that the best bet might be to try and carve off more of the sides, shaping a slope gentle enough to allow the calf to climb out with their help--if it could get on its feet again. Getting closer to the edge, she found a crack in the ground where the embankment was starting to break away. It would eventually topple into the wash.
The sound of Herman's pickup got her attention, and she waved to him as he pulled up within ten feet of the bank, the front of the truck facing her.
"Don't get any closer. The sides have been breaking away, but that gave me an idea," Rose called out. "Do you have anything we can use as a lever to pry off more of this embankment?"
Herman stepped down out of the cab of the truck. "Thinking of making a wide enough ramp so we can walk the animal out?" Seeing her nod, he added, "It could work, if we plan it right."
"There's a sturdy-looking branch over there"--she pointed toward a juniper--"that we can use."
It took about ten minutes and two branches, but together they managed to carve off enough earth and sand to fashion a gentle slope leading into the arroyo.
Rose went down and walked over to where the calf was. It had managed to stand up on its own. Using the tow strap like a lead, they coaxed and pushed the weary animal back up to the surface.
"Can you load her into the back of your truck?" Rose asked.
"Yeah, she's small. I think I can lower the tailgate and we can help her up," Herman said. Moments later, with Rose pulling and Herman pulling, the task was accomplished.
"I'm sorry to put you to all this trouble, but Sara Ahasteen is a widow and would have had a lot of trouble handling this by herself. Although her daughter comes to help from time to time, she's pretty much on her own."
"Her daughter lives off the reservation?"
Rose nodded. "She works in Albuquerque. That's where she got her job after college. She's asked her mother to come join her many times, but that's hard on the older ones, you know? All Sara's ever known is the reservation, and she feels that she belongs here between the Sacred Mountains."
"What about her clan?"
"Most of them live in Arizona. She could join them, but she wants to stay here where she raised her family."
Ten minutes later, after loading up the plants they'd collected, they pulled up in front of a small stuccoed, wood-frame house. The pine-branch corral next to it was in good condition, but it now stood empty.
They waited in the truck, and soon saw a Navajo woman about Rose's age walking in their direction from over a low hill. She was wearing a long skirt and a loose blouse. Her skin was weathered and dark, but there was an agelessness about her that attested to a spirit as tough as the land itself.
Rose climbed out of the pickup to greet her as Herman went around to the back of the truck to lead the calf out.
"Yáat'ééh," Rose greeted.
Sara Ahasteen smiled as she saw the scrawny calf that Herman led out of the truck.
"There she is! I've been searching for that poor animal since the sun came up," the woman said. "I can't afford to lose any more livestock. All I have left are a few cows and that calf."
"Something has happened to the land around here, hasn't it?" Rose asked.
Sara nodded. "There was an old settling pond from the uranium mines near here at one time. After the water evaporated, they buried the waste chemicals that were left over. That was
about thirty years ago, but I still remember the man telling us that the chemicals would never leak out of their containment area and harm the soil. But now it looks like they were wrong. Near as I can tell, some have seeped into the groundwater." "Have you reported it?" Rose asked.
Sara shook her head. "Most of the families who used to live here had so much trouble with the land that they just moved away. I'm the only one left these days and no one's going to do anything for just one person."
"I'll report it for you anyway. Maybe someone can help,"
Rose said as Herman led the calf into the corral.
"All right."
Rose watched Sara take a bucket of water to the animal, then give it a small handful of grain and a flake of old hay. When she looked up again, Rose recognized the emotion she saw mirrored in Sara's eyes. It was the ch'ééná, a mourning for what could never be part of their lives again. When the land cried, Navajos like Sara cried with her.
 
Copyright © 2003 by Aimée and David Thurlo
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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 1, 2003

    A very special cosy

    She raised her two children to adulthood on the Navaho Reservation in New mexico and is very proud of them both. Her son Clifford is a traditionalist who is a medicine man, a leader for those who don¿t believe in Anglo medicine. Her daughter is a special investigatior working for the Navaho police, a woman who is considered a modernist who follows the Anglo way.<P> Instead of relaxing Rose Destea has become a political activist on the reservation, protesting against gambling and the nuclear plant and holding the strip miners accountable for the damage they do to the land. Many of the plants that are used in their herbal medicines and healing ceremonies are becoming difficult, if not impossible to find. Someone is stealing the Plant People and the tribal council asks Rose to investigate what plants are in short supply. A patient who happens to be Rose¿s best friend needs a plant for a medecine ceremony that is impossible to find and she is willing herself to die. When a friend who joins Rose in her search in hunting the plant is killed, the staunch traditionalist vows to find the plant thief and killer and find the plant that will save her friend.<P> The Ela Clan mysteries are hard-hitting police procedurals that always seem to concentrate on action more than characterizations. PLANT THEM DEEP is very different but just as good. It is a gentle cosy that concentrates as much on the people as on the action. This stand alone book is an anthropologists delight as it looks very deeply into a culture so that even trained sociologists would enjoy reading this novel. The Thurlos are great storytellers who allowreaders to see just how deep their talent runs.<P> Harriet Klausner

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