Brenda froze in the stable where she lay. Strangers with painted clubs crept through
the pueblo, starlight glinting off their silver necklaces, belts and ear loops. Quiet
as fog they entered individual houses. First came the crack as bones were crushed,
then the shrieks of terror.
A screaming woman ran past the stall with a naked infant in her arms. "Navajo
Navajo " She cried as if it were as vile a curse as she could utter.
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