Crossing the street over newly-rolled, still hot, blacktop, his feet sink in. Man atop machine looks back."What a big idiot!" he thinks. "Now I'll have to do it over again."

Old Sasquatch was darkly founded. His quarter-ton physique dropped through horizons into heat more intense than tar above. With this burn his pain became...

Dead flesh dried into clots of earth.
Only the wind ruffling his pelt is heard.

Arrowheads were collected and forged into deadlier missiles:
Protuberances from the walls have been marked with paint so that they appear to be faces looking out at the visitor; one at least appears to be the face of a Man and his guns crossing the limen together....


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