The Rez

So I was on a reservation somewhere, or near one at a bar.  I was wearing a navy blue skirt suit with black high heeled pumps. I was looking for someone in particular. The inside of the bar was dark and smoky, not many people there but all were Indians.  I was being regarded as a white person, pretty much being ignored.  I couldn't find who I was looking for so I started to leave.  I went out to the parking lot, a dirt and rock lot, and couldn't find my car.  I realized someone had stolen it.  I saw through the eyes of the thief, a couple of Indian men, average looks, long hair, when they stole it.  They were looking in the window and saw a couple of cds on the seat, native American music, and one said to the other "she must be part Indian" and they took off in my car. I woke as I was waiting on the police to come.