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Perfect Prairie campground. The moon, shaded by space and time alone, cast light through a cloudless, star-filled sky. Ted tilted his head back and gazed at the heavens. “Amazing, isn’t it?”
    Angel said, “It’s good to notice.”
    They walked along with their dogs for another few moments, before Angel gently returned their attention to earthly matters. “What brings you to New Mexico?” she asked as No Barks brushed up against her.
    Ted grumbled, “Vacation.”
    Hearing the irritation in his voice, Angel did not answer right away. Her hesitation suggested to Ted that she was waiting for him to elaborate on his cryptic response. He wasn’t inclined to tell her that there were more black spaces than white spaces on his vacation checkerboard. Nor did he feel it was necessary to point out that the words “Angel Two Sparrow” were etched at the top of the black rectangular square where he was now stuck. As he often did when he was uncomfortable, Ted instead slipped into his lawyerly mode and just kept to the facts. “When my grandfather died, he left methe RV.” He pointed in the direction of the Chieftain. “Just before he passed, I promised him I would take a road trip to New Mexico.” Ted asked the same question back to Angel. “How about you?”
    She answered, “I just missed a turn.”
    Ted wondered if Angel was skirting the issue. “Are you on a vacation?” he prodded.
    “Not really.” Angel wasn’t sure what to say. Being on the road in Bertha the Bookmobile, she was beginning to realize, would not make sense to Ted. Or anyone else.
    Wanting to have a conversation with Angel and not cross-examine her, Ted tried to gently get behind her mushy answer. “So if not vacation, why are you here?”
    She put the unvarnished truth on the table for Ted. “My aunt is in jail for shooting her ex-husband. Dead. She had converted her bookmobile into her residence before she gave it to my father. It was wasting away in our driveway. So, like you, I decided to take a road trip.”
    This talk of murder put a sinister chill in the night air. Ted shuddered. “Your aunt murdered your uncle?”
    Not withstanding Ted’s effort, Angel did feel like she was on trial. “Yes, I’m afraid so.”
    “Is homicide a frequent issue for your family?”
    Angel tried to have fun with it. “Not really. Before Uncle Harry, our last family massacre was at the Little Bighorn.”
    Ted clutched Angel’s elbow, mocking his own fear. “Is it safe walking with you in the dark?”
    Holding her hands up, she answered, “No hatchet.”
    Feeling more secure visiting with the niece of a murderer, Ted asked, “So what happened between your aunt and uncle? He must have really pissed her off.” Again Angel was quiet, so Ted prodded, “Were they arguing over the remote? Whose turn it was to feed the cat?”
    Angel was enjoying Ted’s humor. While a tad insensitive, he was clever. A long sigh escaped her before she answered, “It may not make sense to you.”
    “Murder rarely does.”
    “True.” Angel continued, “Aunt Lilly is a very powerful dreamer and has a close affinity with her spirit animal, a bear. Any dream with her spirit animal in it will be especially powerful.” She directed a question back at Ted. “I’m guessing that you don’t really remember your dreams and don’t have a spirit animal?”
    “Good guess.”
    “So, like I said, this might be hard for you to understand.”
    “Try me.”
    “Three nights in a row, Aunt Lilly’s spirit bear came to her and spoke of Uncle Harry’s evil intentions. On the third morning, after she woke from the dream, Uncle Harry showed up at her place. She was so scared that I think she just shot him. That’s all we really know.”
    Ted could feel her sadness. “Are you saying that she shot him because of a
dream
?”
    “Yes, and her lousy Legal Aid lawyer insists that the law doesn’t believe in dreams.”
    “He may not be so lousy.”
    “He says she’ll never get