Snake-Eater

by T. Kingfisher

You might not recognize someone after the first time, but the third or fourth or tenth time, you know who they are. It’s the same with plants. You just have to get good at looking at them.”

“You believe there are monsters?” she asked. “Like—really?” “Of course,” said Father Aguirre. “There have always been monsters. The ones in the desert are a bit more straightforward than the ones in men, that’s all.” “And fewer people complain if you shoot them,” said Grandma Billy.

No, pretty sure this was all caused by a well-meaning white woman, and you know how much trouble we are.”