Aunt Sandy was something: a short, blond ball of fire. With her hair cut so short she looked like a Q-tip, except that no Q- tip was ever that curvy. ...othing extravagant; she's no Dolly Parton or anything, but you could definitely tell she was a woman.It was weird having a good-looking woman around the house. Mom was pretty, I guess, but, well, she was our Mom, you know?Aunt Sandy was family, too, but in a way she wasn't. We hadn't seen much of her before.She tried her best to fit in, though,. Connie started and then smiled at the younger man, ‘Two days but you are looking a lot better. We’re still at the river waiting to cross. Do you need anything?’ ‘Would like some water,’ he mumbled. Connie bent over his body bringing her breasts to his face as she poured out a cup of water and then held it for him as he carefully sipped the contents. The cool water seemed to be liquid gold as it poured down his throat. Feeling satisfied he propped himself up in the cot and curled his hands. “Really sorry about that.” She pointed at the notice, “Geoff’s in there fixing it but he says it will be a while.”She looked me up and down and in my weariness, I didn’t twig all the implications of her next comment. “My, don’t you look all hot and sweaty. You can use our shower indoors to clean up if you want.”I was tired and not entirely with it so I thanked her and followed her to her building which combined their house, site office and shop.I’ve stayed at this site many times and knew. There were little pairs of footprints with a line running between them made by a tail. A few feet away, another set of tracks that were parallel lines across the desert floor showed the passage of another desert creature. The sand was still filling into the track. A snake had been by here, but it had not encountered the mouse. The last mouse tracks at the burrow led into it. Smiling, he turned the horse so that they would ride diagonal to the snake tracks. After all, the snake had passed by.