Blue Stone and RavenBlue Stone hurried through the chore of tending the Pueblo’s cornfields huddled along the gullies that carried rain and snowmelt runoff through the small canyon. He weeded and turned the soil and moistened dry places from a jug of water. Afternoon had fallen before he darted west into a deep, rocky, forbidding canyon known to his people as the Devil’s Pipe. Few came here even though there was a water source at the far end. It was a place of supernaturals, the shamans claimed. But Blue Stone, a true son of the West Region, was as bold and single-minded as Black Bear, his totem and guardian.
A lunation ago, Blue Stone found a tiny Stone-of-Health-Happiness-and-Good-Fortune on the floor of the pipe. The blue stone that gave him his name—called turquesa by the brown-frocke
