Alex Blackhawk peered down into the dry gulch and gestured the police deputy from Tuba City to follow him. They skidded down the embankment to the dry wash below. His friend, Frank Wolf, held back the hounds. Alex stood above the white sheet covered in sand. He bent down to check the body's identity. A woman's face. He thanked his ancestral gods that he didn't know her. In a town as small as this, everyone knows somebody.
He covered her pale features with the sheet and stood up. A breeze brush by his cheek. Then he heard the mournful cry of a lone wolf in the distance.
"Forensics, any I.D." he asked the medic standing nearby.
"We found a wallet up the road. The I.D. picture matches the woman's likeness but we'll know for sure when the fingerprints are compared."
"You didn't use a Finger Scanner?" Alex asked.
"Sorry, I forgot to bring one. I sent them through my phone but I haven't heard back yet," the young man dressed in white said.
"Yeah, the service is lousy out here in the desert. Take her to the morgue in town and notify me as soon as she's identified."
Alex and the deputy climbed out of the gulch. He stopped near Frank who had just loaded the hounds into the back of the police pickup.
"I'll take you home, Frank," Alex said.
The two men headed back to his 2426 Solar Vanguard air car. This was his pride and joy.
"So, how are the javalinas tonight?" He asked his friend.
"Just right for a hunt," Frank said.
"I have my eye on one big one," Alex replied as he tried to remove the image of the woman's staring face out of his memory.©A.Nation2018