Every day was a gift of peace. Samuel listened to the quiet as they rode. The silky grass pale as champagne lifting and falling in currents. Once when they stopped at noon to eat he saw a cactus fruit on the tip of a prickly-pear pad glowing like a candle. He stared at it. It seemed that it had some sort of small light inside. Then he saw that sunlight was pouring through a hole in the red fruit and that the fruit itself was hollowed out. He stood up and bent over it. Two bees were at work inside the cactus fruit, scouring away the sweet pulp. Sunlight coming in through the hole had lit up the
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