TRINITY’S POV
I watched with crossed arms as my father lifted the cigarette to his lips and took a long drag. He exhaled it with a sigh, a cloud of smoke rising against the orange glow of the horizon before slowly dissipating. Beside him, Kilchii whined and rested his muzzle against the knee of his worn jeans. Shízhé’é (my father) patted his head absently, ruffling the scruff at the back of his neck as he stared off into the desert.
“I thought you quit that commercial s**t,” I said, coming to sit beside him on the porch steps. “Move over Kilchii.”
The dog’s tail fanned back and forth excitedly, his gangly legs bouncing up and down the stairs. He was a working dog and spent most of his time guarding sheep so he was always starved for attention. I patted his side as he came to rest unde
