Lion Head Mesa imprisonment

the woman bathed. the young man was not bashful as he watched her, showing no sign of care about the way the water soaked her coat and made visible her body.

her questions were answered with succinct singular words, as usual. to the charge of trespassing he says, hunt. and a moment after gathering some words to himself, adds, small ones. he motions to the hallway where a fellahin waits and watches, and their tall coyote ears twitch at the answer.

was hungry. wanted to eat. he had only ever seen coyotes as vermin upon the mountain or slaves, and this was reinforced again here in this desert place by the roles they held. the fact he was a prisoner for his intended abuses made little sense to drusk - but perhaps this woman owned them all.