Two Eyes Cenote The Devil Went Down to Georgia

Ransem stalked near the rear of the procession; always a few strides behind Herod. An alertness was visible on the man. The cant of tattered ears and keen eyes cast into the desert beyond for any approaching shadow.

Ransem paid little attention to the Snowbird woman as she emerged from the earth. Eyes cast instead to the entrance she appeared from. Tunnels? A suitable place perhaps for any desert dweller. An escape from the sun and Ransem could smell water beyond the markers of the settlement. No, no. To be caught within would not bode well in their favor. This was a playing ground that was not his own. Herod held a snake's tongue. This element was his.

Ransem's eye turned as the Godsmouth founder adorned himself and the Snowbird. Tongue still, he did not offer himself to be dressed so readily as a dog. Approaching Herod's shoulder, Ransem chuffed once impatiently. Turmoil in the palace the gray woman reported. They've plenty of time to prepare for us.