Jesús KeeferThe footprints of the unexpected dva man made indentations in the dust on the canyon floor. The gentle winds would erase them in only a few days—but not fast enough.
“Where the hell did he go?” Vickery said, his booming voice diluted through the helmet. He looked around, windmilling his suited arms in front of him as if trying to discover some optical illusion. “And what was all that junk he had in his pack?”
As he stooped, Keefer could make out clear details. The dva was barefoot. The prints were widely spaced and showed only the balls of his feet and the circular indentations of toes as he ran away from the spacesuited humans.
Then the tracks ended abruptly at a stone wall, where the dva had vanished into thin air.
Keefer knelt, brushing the dust around the marks of the d
