A warm Plotting Princess welcome to D'Ann Lindun who is sharing a bit about her new contemporary western, Desert Heat
Have you ever seen petroglyphs? If not, I have to tell you they are the neatest thing ever! Carvings etched into rocks, hundreds, if not thousands of years old.
I have been lucky enough to see them here in Colorado and also in Arizona. Both times on trail rides, right next to the trail. I don’t usually take something straight from my life and put it into one of my books, but this scene is very close:
At the boulders overlooking the ranch, she dismounted and tied Zorro to a Palo Verde’s branch. She gave his neck a quick pat and turned to admire the view. Sitting back on her heels, she studied the land. No one seemed to be around on the ranch, so she lifted her face and looked into the distance. Even the brown cloud over Phoenix was less today. The Superstitions looked like rolling green hills, thanks to the rain. From here she could almost see to Mexico. She noticed Canyon Lake in the distance and where Tortilla Flat should be, but she couldn’t see it from here.
Nothing jumped out at her, so she stood and moved to the rock with the Native American drawings. Tracing her fingers over the rough surface of the rock, she didn’t see anything she knew. A stick figure looked like a man, and another figure might’ve been a horse or a mule. But she wasn’t sure. Some symbols resembled letters, but she didn’t read Apache or whatever language they were written in.
Closing her eyes, she traced the marks again.
Her fingers slid over rough granite, but nothing struck her.
Something here had drawn her back, but what? Just the mystique of the characters? No, it was more. She opened her eyes and stepped back.
Then she saw it.