Lianne was facinated by the story and Cliff Hawk had gotten lost in the
telling of it.
She had eaten some steak and vegetables while she listened and felt stronger now. She wanted to find her way back to campus, there was homework to do.
But as they left the camp area she had a horrible feeling that she wasn’t where she thought they were. An animal trail was where the concrete path should have been, there was no picnic area and no parking lot.
Lianne was in the same place as last night, just a different time!
She fainted. Her next memory was at the camp of the hunters.
He was going down and at about 250 yards along the low ridge, and could see two buzzards circling. Cliff Hawk was surprised that the big ugly birds were out at this time of day, they must have another dead cat over there. He had to find out.
Adeptly the brave made it across the dried creek, just above what would have been a waterfall if there was water. The sunlight was nearly gone, he was going to have a hard time finding his new camp if he stayed out much longer, since there was only a sliver of the moon out tonight. He made his way around a large rock that was surrounded by mesquite and creosote. At the other side was another dried creek bed and more mesquite trees, next to which a
body of a person lay motionless. Cliff Hawk had never seen a person dressed as this. He approached slowly, quietly--not sure if this being was sleeping or dead.
The body was still but he could see that this person was breathing when he
was within 10 feet. But this wasn’t a man at all! A woman lay unconscience before him. He could see the roundness of her breast rise and fall with short breaths and the curve of her hip as she lay in an awkward position on her side, as if she fell from the sky. Her skin was very light, and she had dark brown hair pulled back and tied at the back of her neck. The clothes that she wore were tight fitting. He couldn’t tell how old she was.
He picked her up and slowly made his way back to his make-shift camp. She was not heavy, but after 20 minutes in the dark, trying to negotiate the path he had taken earlier, he finally made it. He was tired.
He gently set her on the soft ground cover that he had intended for himself
and set down next to her. She was still breathing.
Sunrise the next morning was a combination of bright red,
orange and yellow, blazing on the eastern horizon behind Squaw Mountain.
Cliff Hawk knew that scouts would be sent to find him and they would be here soon.
There was no change in the woman’s condition. He dripped more water into her
parched mouth. She flinched at the first drop.
At first Cliff Hawk was startled, but then he sat back and waited, watching the woman. He waited for over an hour and then she stirred.
As she came to he made sure that she was comfortable and she mumbled
something. Her beautiful skin was so light, he had never seen anyone with as
Two braves from Cliff Hawk’s tribe arrived as the woman was beginning to
stir. They knew him and were surprised by his discovery.
"Where did you find her? Where is she from? What is she wearing?" All questions that Cliff Hawk couldn’t answer.
Presently the woman sat up. "Where am I? Who are you?"
Cliff Hawk understood her which surprised them both. The other two braves
did not know what she said, and were totally mystified by this experience. He calmed her down and assured her that they meant her no harm.
He had to carry her back to their camp. Her name was Lianne. She told him
that she was from Phoenix, but he didn’t know what she meant. Quite a lot of
what she said he didn’t understand. But he listened. It took them an hour and a
half to return and others at their camp came running to see what was happening
when the three braves were within sight.