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A variety from: PROLOGUE The moon had risen above the edge of the canyon close to the headwaters of the Small Colorado. It washed in soft lighting the willows that line the financial institution of the small hill torrent and the cottonwood trees beneath which stood the small cottage where I'd been hiking for some months in the White Mountains of Arizona. I stood upon the small deck of the cabin experiencing the gentle girls of this Az evening; and as I considered the tranquility and tranquility of the picture, it didn't appear feasible that but a couple of years before the intense and horrible Geronimo had stood in this same place before this self-same cabin, or that decades before that this apparently empty canyon had been peopled with a race now extinct. I'd been seeking within their wrecked towns for the secret of the genesis and the even stranger secret of the annihilation.