The Navajo Woman

They had reached the road.

The horses followed him. The path widened, and it seemed that the gorge to their left was getting shallower.

Trees partly covered it.

The path widened still further, forming a kind of platform, with the wall leaning over it in a kind of visor.

And there, in the grass, was a body.

He was stretched out on the ground, on his side.

She wore a fringed-edged suede skirt high above tan legs.

Two turned arms, the same hazel color, covered the head.

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