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] Date Posted:03:36:52 06/02/02 Sun Author Host/IP: 216.236.16.191
Just finished "Skinwalkers" and enjoyed it greatly. Thank you for telling it.
In the early seventies I was Anglo (not my choice) and worked for Peabody at Black Mesa and Kayenta mines. My job was reclamation and I was from a different area of the company. At the mines I was seen as the bastard child of the company since reclamation is viewed by some as an expense rather than as a benefit. I had been by Chinle many times and wondered why it was called a "wash" when I'd never seen water. One afternoon I was feeling really low. I had been away from my family (Wyoming) for three weeks, the work was slow, hot, and dusty, and I was left alone. Near the end of the day and near the end of my assignment, it rained heavily and I couldn't finish seeding. I would have to be away from my children and wife another day. My heart fought back tears ... a stupid notion for a grown man. When I came off the Mesa the rain had stopped and the sun was low. No one else was on the highway to Kayenta since it was between shifts for the miners and near the dinner hour for travelers. When Chinle Rock came into view, I saw that it was weeping in the sun. I had never seen a rock cry. Fierce tears! The streamlets were many, across the whole face of the rock. I checked the rear view and ahead. No one. The tears were a gift for me.
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