The thought that I could have been the target of its wrath sent a shiver down my spine. It was obviously an elemental or nature spirit of some sort—probably the latter, since the truck driver’s motions suggested those of a shaman communing with a bird totem. For a moment, I wondered if he’d summoned the whirlwind to protect Rafael and me from the soldiers. But that didn’t seem to fit with his earlier actions—cutting us off on the highway and being a jerk by not letting us pass. No, something else was going on here.