Story Excerpt Sunday: from Kokopelli and the Virgin by Pati Nagle

Kokopelli and the Virgin

by Pati Nagle

“Oh, better not move now, better not take your hand away or the world will fall!”

Rosa turned to see who had spoken, heart pounding with sudden fear. She hadn’t heard anyone approaching, but there was a little old Indian man standing on the trail a couple of steps away.

Black eyes gleamed in his weathered, gnome-like face beneath a cap of silver hair. He wore dusty old baggy trousers and a loose-fitting shirt of a faded dark red. A sash gathered in the shirt...