I told myself I didn’t know what I was looking for. That might have been half true. I didn’t know specifically but I knew I was looking for some place to put my fear and anger. That was the surprising part. I was angry. Nelson had asked me to marry him and I was angry. The confusion I felt at that added more fuel until my spine felt like a column of steam ready to burst from my ears. After several silent miles, fire caught my attention. Big yellow flames that danced like gypsies in the darkness. Color. Life. Rage. I could almost hear the clattering spin of fortunada’s wheel. The flames I saw were coming from a familiar bit of woods. Only a couple of days before I had been there talking to Clare. It was his camp on fire. Hitting the gas and my emergency lights at the same time, I rushed to the break in the trees and fencing that I knew would open onto a rutted dirt track. As I drove I tried to call in for support but I couldn’t keep control and dial at the same time, so the phone got tossed.
