He was going down and at about 250 yards along the low ridge, he could see two buzzards circling. Cliff Hawk was surprised that the big ugly birds were flying at this time of day, they must have another dead cat over there.
He had to find out.
Adeptly he made it across the dried creek bed, just above what would have been a waterfall if there was any water. The sunlight was nearly gone, it was going to be tricky finding his new camp if he stayed out much longer, since there was only a sliver of 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 the native could see the person was still breathing when he was within 10 feet.
But this wasn’t a man at all!
A woman lay un-conscience 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 had fallen from the sky. Her skin was very light, and she had long brown hair pulled back and tied at the back of her neck. The clothes that she wore were tight fitting. He could not 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 in the opposite direction, in the light and without a load, he finally made it.
Gently he set her on the soft ground cover that he had intended for himself and sat 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 have been sent out by now 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.