She lost herself in a dream as deep as if she’d been asleep. In her dream she stood on a hill looking up
at three splintered crosses. On the left
spread Elijah Webb’s crucified form. His
dark skin gleamed with the sheen of sweat as he moaned.
In the middle hung Leo Black Elk, obstinately silent though his face
betrayed the agony that tormented him.
He was naked before her.
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