CANADA GROUP

FEATHER MURDER
Benjamin was a young man from San Diego (California) who two years ago had moved to
Phoenix (Arizona) to study history, specializing in Navajo culture.
During those two years, he had been living with several roommates with whom he had great
friendships. He has been living with his girlfriend Emma ​for three months now, an Arizona
native girl he met the day he decided to tattoo his arms and months later, after hanging out with
her several times, he tattooed what he was passionate about on his leg. Well, in fact it was she
who tattooed him, it's her job.
They lived together in a house offered by her father in the surroundings of Phoenix. There, they
had a quiet life away from the stress of the city and soon they arrived through that straight road.

He arrived home that afternoon at 8 p.m., after spending all morning at University and working
all afternoon in the bar of that gas station, which only men in the area frequented for drinks after
lunch.
As always, he made a loud "I'm home", but had no answer. How strange... he shouted in the
kitchen, the living room... and nothing. He thought that Emma would have gone down for a
walk, so he went to the study room to leave his things and there, Emma was sitting on the chair.
As he approached, he was shocked. Emma was dead.
He needed the mobile phone he had in his jacket pocket to call the police. As he approached the
entrance, he saw an Indian feather on the carpet. He was surprised by this, he was frightened.

Whose feather was it? What had happened there?

He had made up his mind to leave the idea of ​the telephone and ran to prepare a suitcase. He had
to solve that. He would pretend to be a historian, infiltrating the Navajo community for a while,
researching and discovering who had murder, the person whom he loved most.
When he had his suitcase ready, he left the house, and set out walking on that endless road in the
direction of the mountains. What Benjamin didn't know was that the police were already aware
of him and had begun investigating him.
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During the journey, he kept repeating what had happened. He did not understand why this misery
had come to his life. He had some days to arrive at Chelly Canyon, the place where the Navajo
community live. Meanwhile the feather was in his pocket, he was thinking about what person
had been able to kill his girlfriend and the reason. He thought that whoever he or she was, she or
he would pay for the pain this person had caused.

The first step, he needed to calm down, he knew, better than anyone, the Navajo community and
he also knew that nerves would not go very far. As a historian, he had to find out who and why
he killed his partner. Despite the intense pain in his chest from the loss, he was feeling strong and
looking forward to finding the killer and digging up some proof. He was clear in his mind about
the actions he would do without police. After some intense days of hiking through difficult
terrain, he began to see canyons. Furthermore, he knew there was just a hike to the village, and
he was well aware of the way of life and the power of conviction of Navajo people.

It was ten o'clock in the morning, once inside the Navajo territory, he saw a bonfire across the
valley. Benjamin was in the correct place and he was ready to approach it until he found a
wooden wall. Once there, he dared to say yá'at'ééh in Na dené, the native language of the Navajo
people. Benjamin was ready to begin this emotional research.

He was very tired and searched a place where he could spend the following days in which he was
going to investigate who killed his wife and why. Benjamin spent a few days trying to talk with
some of the habitants of the Navajo society, but they were too close and he didn’t obtain
important information.

Very disappointed and thinking about new strategies to get information he went to have dinner at
a small restaurant. There he listened to a group of people that were having a noisy conversation.
They clearly had a Navajo accent and they even said some words in this language, also they were
wearing upper-range Navajo clothes. Benjamin fixed his eyes on them and it seemed that they
were hiding something, so he put more attention. He heard in a moment how one of these men
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told the others that he had gotten rid of the journalist that had been following them and
discovered things.

While he was returning to his hotel room thinking about his wife and what he had heard that
night he remembered that she had been very excited the last few days because in his job they
were studying native communities and had discovered something important.