Later on in Ajo, Arizona, a handful of the ghosts who carved out the open pit mine gathered for a few beers.
At a table in the back of a dusty saloon they passed around an old black and white picture of a bristlecone pine. They decided to head up to the Great Basin National Park sometime. But the trek would have to wait.
Later on in Ajo, Arizona, they would hear all about it, how the indigo sky suddenly turned brown.
