He woke in a field. He lay, covered in dust and dirt, staring up at the twilight sky. Prairie grass wavered around him. A river roared in the distance. Golden evening hour rays eased across his face.
He blinked several times and sat up. Despite the twilight sky and in the ribbons of gold, orange, and brown that streaked the sky, there was no sun—not even a glimmer of moon or stars. Just endless shimmering yellow, and orange.
He rubbed his shoulder. He’d cracked it on the stairs, but there was almost no pain now—just ghost pangs that reminded him of his pursuers.
“Where am I?” he asked.
A woman was suddenly right next to him. Naked, with red hair pooling on the ground, grass and yellow flowers strewn throughout. She looked at him with emerald-green eyes.
“I told you everything was goin
