He was a small gnome with an oddly evil glint in his eye, and the vivid orange and pink streaks in the sky behind him as the sun set across the rim of the Grand Canyon enhanced his demonic appearance. Darcy nudged the handsome man in the passenger’s seat of her car. “Put down the camera and look at this. That gnome is evil.” James trained the lens on the resin figurine, snapping a close-up. “He does look evil. What’s up with that?” She propped her arm on the door and slid her large, dark sunglasses off her nose so she could peer at the statuette. “It’s like he knows something we don’t.” “He might know something you don’t,” James told her. He nestled his leisure camera in the bag at his feet. “Oh, yeah? What’s that?” Darcy unwound the headscarf that had kept her hair in place, somewhat, and bounced to her knees so she could see over the windshield. Though this was the second time she’d seen the Grand Canyon—the first being yesterday—she couldn’t get over the panorama of tans and beiges and reds and yellows, the vastness of the earth and the buttes, the smell of dust and sage.
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