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roadkill, she shoved the gearshift back into park then climbed out and walked around the car. On the back bumper was some blood and a few wiry gray hairs, but the parking lot was deserted. |
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"This is too cute," Cyrus remarked. "Every street is named after a different dinosaur." |
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"I think you missed the turn." Kyna flipped back a few pages in the auto club map booklet. |
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"Yeah, I think you're right." |
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Cyrus stopped at a service station to ask directions to the national park, which, as it turned out, straddled the Colorado-Utah border. And then he turned around and took US-40 back into Utah and found the turnoff just outside Vernal. After driving for another half hour they reached the park. |
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"Okay," Kyna exclaimed as she climbed out of the car, "let's act like tourists." |
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They strolled through the building that the National Parks Service had erected over a partially excavated fossil site and Kyna took photographs of a bunch of dusty dinosaur bones still half submerged in the side of a red dirt hill. One or two of the fossils looked big enough to have been King Kong's femurs. Kyna took a close-up of a set of fossilized footprints from a two-legged lizard that had been compost long before Homo erectus ever got his first campfire going. In all, the tour took about an hour. |
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Kyna examined the Park Service map they had picked up in the building. "There's a nature trail about five miles down the road. According to the map, there are some Indian ruins and petroglyphs." |
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Cyrus had often admired the turquoise and silver on her wrists and asked, "You're really into Indian stuff, aren't you?" |
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The look she gave him could freeze air. "So?" |
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"Jesus! Lighten up, will you? You don't have to be a bitch every day." |
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