Finding each other was but the beginning.
Dreams and his shaman grandfather urged Coyote to seek his fate. Had the white bird led him to it? The woman was a beauty with hair the color of corn silk, skin as pale as the desert lily. Naked and feverish, she floated in the cavern pool, seeming to await him. All his life, Coyote teetered between resentment of the white man and dreams that he should learn more. Now, one thing seemed clear: This woman was his destiny.
She found him in the cave where she'd taken shelter, the man whom Suzanne Lucas sought. Since she was five years old, she'd returned here to Anza-Borrego Desert State Park—here, where she'd nearly been killed in an earthquake; here, where the dreams began. She'd seen herself in the desert, surviving and thriving, and a boy. In her dreams, she'd watched that boy grow. He'd become a man, a virile warrior—just as she'd become a college professor. But he always vanished when she awoke. This time, she would find a way to make him stay.
