He saw the birds circling days before he reached the body. The hundred-foot-tall corpse was leaned up against the mesa as though it were a rock, pinned in place by its own sword. It had been left to the vultures and the sun to dispose of.
When they came West, they found a harsh land protected by harsher gods. They hadn’t been welcome. That hadn’t stopped them.
They told themselves they were heroes. They were bringing Civilization and taming a wild place. He sheltered in the shadow of the giant’s blade and tried to make himself believe it was true.

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