It was just a phone call, as unassuming as the butterfly whose flight stirs the air into hurricanes half a world away. But Tom thought later that perhaps, if he hadn't lost his Hopi vision, he might have seen the air quivering with change as he pulled the receiver to his ear. Perhaps, if he had been able to hear the shudder of a fault splitting open three hundred years deep, he might have stepped back from the precipice. But blind and deaf from years of living among the Anglos, he danced on the edge, unaware of how far he might fall...