Chapter Four
The light was just beginning to fail as we came down the mountain and into Taos. And as the day died, snow started to fall once again, lightly at first, then more thickly as we headed toward the center of town.
During the last half of our drive, Evony and I hadn’t spoken much. I was shaken after the incident in Truchas, my mind working at the way the Cherokee had been more or less magically freed from the snow. And Evony seemed to pick up on my unease and stared moodily out the window, only drinking water from time to time, and eventually digging a protein bar out of the supplies we’d brought with us. At least she’d been willing to take care of Dutchie, getting some food into her portable bowl and tipping some water into another container for her to drink. At the time, I had
