It ain't important, Augustus said. Waves of heat shimmered over the grass--once she looked up and thought she saw a giant tree far ahead, but when she looked again it was gone. Several Indians went north of them, several south, and eight or ten stayed where they were. In this case it lasted for hours.
She put a possum in, one of the little girls said. Floating wasn't as easy as Gus had made it seem. There were only some twenty Indians, mostly women, children and old men. The little clouds of sand seemed like live things, slipping around the mesquite and by the chaparral as a ru
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