Tomahawk – Chapter 3

Somewhere in the middle of the Mojave a gray fox tracked a shrew between shrubs under a blazing summer sun. The shrubs were tiny explosions of life, as if the desert sand compressed the seed until it burst with force to the surface. The hot sand shifted beneath the fox’s paw. The sky was too bright to look at for more than a few seconds.

But the gray fox pursued the shrew until it casually crawled into a hole beneath a shrub to disappear, completely unaware of the gray fox stalking it from be...