And then, as he looked, a sharper cry broke from Joanne, and she dragged him back from the ledge, and pointed toward the tepee.
Out from among the rocks had appeared a human figure.

It was a woman.

Her hair was streaming wildly about her, and in the sun it was black as a crow's wing.

She rushed to the tepee, opened the flap, and looked in.

Then she turned, and a cry that was almost a scream rang from her lips.