Heavy drums rumbled rhythmically as Arizona Smith began his story, as if the drummers across the fairgrounds knew that he was about to weave his tribal tale at that moment.
He told a story about the first man and the first woman, who worked together and were given the task of naming things by the Creator.
One day, the couple got into an argument and called each other hateful names.
The first woman ran into the trees crying. The first man let her go, assuming she’d come back eventually.