Dahozhoni Meadow Here where I once

tómalo.

the bloodied body slumps at safiya's feet. for all her emotive eyes soto senses a distance in them; as if planets whirl and spin in the looming distance between where safiya stands now, and the unreachable frontier her mind wanders.

drawing his haunches under him, soto sits and thinks of how very different things would be if her father had not been so pig-headed in his hate. if juarez or nino had survived.

and if marciela had never turned her teeth into his hide.