Steve Hirst and his wife served with the first contingent of Peace Corps volunteers to Liberia, West Africa. Following Liberia, they lived in Italy, where Steve studied international relations and Lois worked as a librarian. After Italy, Steve became Soviet Desk Officer for the US Commerce Department with a top secret clearance—honest!—and took part in the US's first trade mission to eastern Europe. Later he served as Chief of Publications for the European Communities Information Service in Washington.
Then Steve left the fast lane to begin a lifelong relationship with the Havasupai people of the Grand Canyon. During 11 years Steve and his wife lived in the canyon, their daughter was born and the Havasupai asked the Hirsts to research and document the case for winning back ancestral land. Steve's award-winning book I Am the Grand Canyon and the historic enlargement of the Havasupai Reservation were the outcome of that work.
After leaving Havasupai, Steve continued his connection with Native Americans by coordinating science and mathematics programs for Anishnabe and Potowatomi students in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where his wife became a distinguished professor.
Steve and his wife now live back in Arizona, where they volunteer as interpretive rangers for the US Forest Service in Flagstaff and continue their friendship and work with the Havasupai people.
Lauren Greasewater's War
A ruined shelter, a Native American woman and the force of the US government: the gunpowder that ignite Lauren Greasewater’s War.
The story traces a woman’s quest from the streets of New York to the canyons of the Southwest ﬁnding her way back to her birthplace to reinvent herself as Lauren Greasewater. Caught between two worlds, she turns a cultural misunderstanding into an armed conflict.
A killing in Asia and a bombing in Ohio come together years later when a professor crosses paths with an evasive beautician who vanishes just before an assault team storms the professor’s house looking for her. The professor traces the woman to Arizona, where he lands in the middle of something far bigger and more sinister than he could ever have imagined.
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