Will turned off the highway and onto the gravel road that would take him up the canyon. A little way up he saw Flavio Montoya, a man growing old, leaning against his shovel in the middle of his alfalfa field. He was wearing a baseball cap and rubber boots that were muddy and came to his knees. As Will drove by, Flavio, without looking at him, raised his chin in a wave.
Felipe had once told Will that a long time ago, Flavio Montoya's dead grandparents had come back to haunt him because as a child, Flavio had killed his grandmother's favourite chicken. At the time, Will had nodded his head and smiled and said nothing because he thought anything else Felipe might say would lead to a place that made even less sense.
Now he thought it was possible the entire village was touched with a strain of insanity and that even if it weren't, who would want to live somewhere where people came back from the dead because of a chicken?
