My brother and I were just kids when we found the mummified man in the ice cave.
We called him Floyd. I wished we’d kept him.
Our mummy might now be as well-known as “Iceman,” the 5,300-year-old mummy found in the Alps between Austria and Italy in 1991. Scientists have learned that Iceman was 46 years old when he died–was murdered, actually. Some polecat shot him in the back with an arrow.
Iceman spent his entire life within 37 miles of where he was found. Scientists know what kind of crude bread he had to eat the day before he …
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We never did figure out how Hootie Owl could tell us the colors of the cars that approached Snake’s Elbow before the cars came into view.
We were all just kids then, hanging around the store and gas station that Hootie’s folks owned. The place was called Snake’s Elbow because two curving, paved state roads met at a junction that was more like a head-on collision.
Unpaved roads peeled off to other little settlements in the southern end of Coconino County.
Driving down the road, you couldn’t see Snake’s Elbow until you were right on it. We’d hear a car …
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