It would not be long until the waft of putrefaction climbed the breeze and the message travelled to the eaters of the dead. The iron-jawed and the red-hooked.
Somewhere, big cats draped over tree limbs or popping their tails in a patch of shade would consider how hungry they were, how willing to compromise.
pages 436 and 437 from “The Great Karoo” by Fred Stenson (9780385664066)
The notch looked like a shadow until they were there. Then a cave began to show. Old-time Africans had lived here and painted animals on the walls in red. The pictures showed men with spears, giving chase. The roof that jutted over the partial cave was still black from their fires.
pages 381 and 382 from “The Great Karoo” by Fred Stenson (9780385664066)
Two more days and nights of this and Butler began to equate his disturbance of mind with the unmailed letter. This was the spirit world at work, and not the benign one depicted at Sunday Mass. This was a message from the darker realm of ghosts and demons known to the Irish, and evidently to the Indians. From the haunted dark, the ‘tween-world that is neither living nor dead. Red Crow was grasping at him.
page 343 from “The Great Karoo” by Fred Stenson (9780385664066)