But then Pop flopped onto the hood. For a second I thought he had just been kidding, that he was gonna slide across the hood Starsky and Hutch-style and come with me, but then he slipped up against the windshield, slugged his bottle and put a hand behind his head. Zuni say that when the world was new all the creatures gathered before great spirit. The animals asked for wings or fangs or claws or skin like iron. Keep your eyes peeled and your feet on the road.
People die out here all the time.
My bones jarred with every step. Up there, behind those rocks, that's where they hide, waiting for someone like you to come along. And then I couldn't hear him anymore. The desert came alive as the sun sank behind the flat-irons, like iron filings drawn up to a point by some invisible magnet in the sky. The wind bore down and everywhere around me the sand slithered between the rocks.