Manuel was determined to get home before dark, but he halted his steps once he noticed tracks on the sand. At first he thought it was a coyote, but the tracks were much too small. They led in the same direction as the Pueblo, and Manuel decided to follow them, as long as he did not stray from his path.
“You want some more, don’t you?” he said. “I know it’s tough being a fox these days. Hardly any livestock around, and all the people going to and fro. It’s war, you see.”
“Your mother is not well. Where have you been?” Visiting uncle Tobi,” Manuel said, his guilt washing over him like a hot wave. “What’s wrong with Mom?”
She lifted her right arm and wriggled her fingers in a vaguely dismissive gesture. “You have to be at school. If I need anything, I’ll holler and Mrs. Valdez from upstairs will check on me. Go.”