Thunder rumbled in the distance, making the ground tremble with anticipation. The smell of rain trickled through the air and a billowing wind rustled the bushes and tumble weeds. A storm was coming and I wouldn't miss it for the world.
The boy looked like every story Joe had ever heard about Indians; dark, lean and predatory, even though he had to be younger than Joe himself. His eyes were black and so different from the lightness he saw in his own family that Joe felt a shiver run up h