De Vaca’s eyebrows lifted. “Well, I guess it’s finished now,” she said.
Carson hesitated. “I wonder if they’ll ever go through with X-FLU,” he said at last. “Now that we solved the problem, I mean.”
“Never,” de Vaca said emphatically. “Nobody would touch it now. It’s too dangerous. Besides, we don’t
The clouds had thickened and the desert darkened. They stood motionless.
“We’d better go,” de Vaca said at last. “It’s a long drive to Sleeping Ute Mountain.”
Carson remained still, his eyes transfixed by the shattered grandeur of what had been Mount Dragon.
“You’ve got relatives who are waiting, eager to meet you. And a feast of mutton stew and fry bread. And dancing and singing. And the memory of old Great-Uncle Charley to honor, who saved our butts out there in that desert.”
Carson nodded absently.
“You’re not chickening out, are you, half-breed?” She put her arm around his waist and smiled.
With an effort, Carson pulled his eyes away from the ruined complex. Then he turned to her and grinned.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a good bowl of mutton stew,” he said.
