"You better climb one of those cliffs, see what's next," he addressed a tall man, who followed at some distance, not burdened by packages. The man in the lead slowed his pace, and the rest of the group halted obediently. Like an enormous serpent, although a sensible reptile would make its way twisting warily, carefully, intermingling with its surroundings. It was never deterred by an occasional cliff, not bothering to detour it, but cutting its way through the obstacle, relentless and determined. They traveled that road for a few days, and had grown accustomed to its capricious turns, to the suddenly widening and then again narrowing parts. From time to time they would shift their heavy bundles and trudge on, along the sunlit vastness. Sweat ran down their faces, painting them as though for some sort of ritual, and their hair was tied high. He just wishes the traders would sell their goods in a hurry, so he can return to his homeland.īut the fate had planned differently, for the warrior and for the girl alikeĪ group of men made its way wearily amidst the clouds of dust. When he rescues a girl from the ransacked village, he thinks nothing of it. He did not want to follow the ancient road into the Southwestern desert but he had no choice. He was a warrior from the distant Mexican lands, escorting a group of traders. At Road's End is historical novel that deals with the fall of Anasazi but from an outsider's point of view.
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