CHAPTER 4
Little Joe was in the desert. The sun was close to setting, and while the air was still warm, the light gust coming from the direction of the distant mountains was cool. The sky was a painting of reds, blues, oranges and yellows smeared across with the fingers of God.
Little Joe looked around and the landscape was the same all around – barren and dry as far as his eyes could see. He stood on what was the top of a large hill, as the ground before him slanted slowly downward on all sides. From this vantage point, opposite of the setting sun, he could see the inklings of what appeared to be a small town. He headed in that direction and immediately felt the hot plush sand between the toes of his bare feet. His shadow loomed before him, as if it were setting the path for him.
