It was very old and very wild country. It had few roads, and those in poor repair. Around local creekbeds and water holes, people sometimes found twelve-thousand-year-old flint spearheads, mixed with the blackened, broken bones of extinct giant bison. Jane always wondered what the reaction of those flint-wielding Folsom Point people had been when they realized they had exterminated their giant bison, wiped them into extinction with their dreadful high-tech atl-atls, and their cutting-edge flint industry, and the all-consuming giant wildfires they’d used to chase whole assembly lines of bison pell-mell off the canyon cliffs. Maybe some had condemned the wildfires and atl-atls, and tried to destroy the flints. While others had been sick at heart forever, to find themselves party to such a dreadful crime. And the vast majority, of course, simply hadn’t noticed.