The Visitant: book I of the Anasazi Mysteries
““Of course, Aunt.”
Hail Walking Hawk handed her cane to Magpie, and dug around in the pocket of her yellow dress for the two pieces of bread she had saved from their supper of venison chili and biscuits. The pieces of fluffy white bread looked almost silver in the twilight as she withdrew them. She lifted the morsels to the pale blue evening sky, and Sang softly. The brightest Evening People had awakened, and sparkled on the eastern horizon.
Hail said, “This is for our mother, Iatiku,” and bent... over to place the bread on the flat slab of sandstone. Her yellow dress billowed around her legs. “And this is for you, Utsiti, creator of the universe.” She placed the other piece of bread beside the first. They seemed to gleam against the tan stone.
Hail straightened. The temperature had just begun to drop, and her whole body heaved a sigh of relief. She had spent most of the day in her tent, watching the shadows of the bugs who walked on the red nylon. The pain and the ghosts kept crying out to her, trying to force her to sit up and take notice of them.MoreLess
Hail Walking Hawk handed her cane to Magpie, and dug around in the pocket of her yellow dress for the two pieces of bread she had saved from their supper of venison chili and biscuits. The pieces of fluffy white bread looked almost silver in the twilight as she withdrew them. She lifted the morsels to the pale blue evening sky, and Sang softly. The brightest Evening People had awakened, and sparkled on the eastern horizon.
Hail said, “This is for our mother, Iatiku,” and bent... over to place the bread on the flat slab of sandstone. Her yellow dress billowed around her legs. “And this is for you, Utsiti, creator of the universe.” She placed the other piece of bread beside the first. They seemed to gleam against the tan stone.
Hail straightened. The temperature had just begun to drop, and her whole body heaved a sigh of relief. She had spent most of the day in her tent, watching the shadows of the bugs who walked on the red nylon. The pain and the ghosts kept crying out to her, trying to force her to sit up and take notice of them.MoreLess
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