featherproof_booksI spent a few minutes sitting in the red dust, in the hot shade of my van, drinking warm water from a jug before retreating entirely from that place. I left the carrion where it was, so that it could be made subject to the hunger of black vultures and turkey vultures and coyotes, although the sheet wrapped around it might have protected it from that particular fate. More likely, the sheet delayed such a fate. I continued on my sunstroked path south through Tohatchi and Ya-ta-hey, east through Church Rock and Thoreau. I never figured out why that body was there and the viscerally tumbling feelings of that particular encounter left me eventually of their own accord.
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