San Luis Valley

The engine of a 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air squeaks and puffs as it putters down a lonely highway. Erin Olsen grips the wheel with a single hand, unable to relax. She stares out at the wide open alpine plains of the San Luis Valley, mountains looming in the distance. Her

The Valley calls. The Valley calls. Todd had known the rhyme for all his life, though exactly where and from whom he’d learned it he couldn’t remember. Darkness settled on the valley as the sun crept behind the San Juan Mountains. His eyes kept to the long, white