Three Apaches race to stay ahead
of a dust devil, the desert hot-weather whirlwind full of dust
and debris. These ethereal pillars of air and dirt have meandered
the baked earth since the oceans first receeded. The white man
speaks of thermals and explains them in dry meteorological terms,
but the Apache knew better. He knew that the devil was inside
the whirlwind, and that if you were caught you would soon die.
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