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ulpture and sent an emissary to the top while they prayed for the beast to grant their loved one safe passage。
Billy Yuma had no fear of the stone demon as he sat in his pickup truck under the shadow of the mountain and gazed up at the forbidding sculpture far above him。 He was hopeful his parents and his friends who had died had been allowed to freely pass the guardian of the dead。 They were good people who had harmed no one。 But it was his brother； the black sheep of the family； who beat his wife and children and died an alcoholic； that Billy feared had bee an evil ghost。
Like most Native Americans of the desert； Billy lived in the constant presence of the hideously deformed spirits who wandered aimlessly and did malicious things。 He knew his brother's spirit could rise at any moment and throw dirt on him or tear his clothes； even haunt his dreams with horrible visions of the restless dead。 But Billy's greatest worry was that his brother might bring illness or injury to his wife and children。
He had seen his brother three times。 Once as a whirlwind that left behind a trail of choking dust； next as a wavering light spinning around a mesquite； and finally as a shaft of lightning that struck his truck。 These were ominous signs。 Billy and his tribe's medicine man had huddled around an open fire to discuss a way to bat his brother's ghost。 If not stopped； the apparition could pose an eternal threat to Billy's family and his future descendants。
Everything was tried； and nothing worked。 The tribe's old shaman prescribed eating a mixture of cactus buds and herbs as a measure of protection while fasting for ten days alone in the desert。 A cure that failed miserably。 Near…starvation induced Billy to see his brother's apparition on a regular basis and hear eerie wails during the lonely nights。 Powerful rituals such as ceremonial chanting were tried； but nothing appeased the brother's evil spirit； and his manifestations became more violent。
Billy was not the only one of his tribe with problems。 Ever since the tribe's most sacred and secret religious objects were found missing from their hiding place in an isolated ruin belonging to their ancestors； whole villages had suffered ill fortune。 Poor crops； contagious sickness among the children； unseasonably hot and dry weather。 Fights broke out when men became drunk； and some were killed。 But by far the worst calamity was the sudden increase of ghost sickness。 People who had never before seen or heard an evil spirit began describing haunted visitations。 Ghosts of early Montolos suddenly appeared during their dreams； often materializing in broad daylight。 Almost everyone； including young children； claimed to have seen supernatural phantoms。
The theft of the wooden idols that represented the sun； moon； earth； and water shattered the Montolos' religious society。 The anguish of not having their presence during the initiation ceremony for entering adulthood devastated the tribe's young sons and daughters。 Without the carved deities the centuries…old rituals could not be performed； leaving the young ones in adolescent limbo。 Without the sacred religious objects； all worship ceased。 To them it was the same as if the world's Christians； Muslims； and Jews woke up one morning and suddenly found that the entire city of Jerusalem had been torn from the earth and carried into deep space。 To non…Indians it was a simple case of theft； but to a Montolo it amounted to blasphemy that bordered on atrocity。
Around fires in the underground ceremonial structures； the old religion's priests whispered of how they could hear the mournful pleading of the idols on nocturnal winds； pleading to be returned to the safety of their hiding place。
Billy Yuma was desperate。 The medicine man had given him instructions while reading the embers of a dying fire。 To send his brother's ghost back to the underworld and save his family from further disaster； Billy had to find the lost idols and return them to their sacred hiding place in the ancient ruins of his ancestors。 In a desperate attempt to end the hauntings and avoid more ill fortune he decided to fight evil with evil。 He resolved to climb the mountain； confront the demon； and pray for its help in returning the precious idols。
He was no longer a young man； and the ascent would be perilous without the equipment used by modern rock climbers。 But he had set himself to the task and was not about to back down。 Too many of his people were counting on him。
About a third of the way up the south wall his heart hammered against his ribs and his lungs ached from the grueling； effort。 He could have stopped to rest and catch his breath； but he pushed on； determined to reach the peak without pause。 He turned and gazed down only once； checking his Ford pickup truck parked at the base of the mountain。 It looked like a toy he could reach down and snatch up with one hand。 He looked back at the cliff face。 It was changing colors under the setting sun； from amber to tile red。
Billy regretted not starting out earlier in the day； but he had chores to plete； and the sun was high when he drove to the mountain and began his ascent。 Now the orange ball was creeping below the ridge of the Sierra de Juarez mountains to the west。 The climb was more difficult than he had imagined and was taking far longer。 He tilted his head； shaded his eyes against the brightness of the sky； and squinted up toward the cone top of the mountain。 He still had 85 meters （278 feet） to go； and full darkness was only a half hour away。 The prospect of spending the night with the great stone beast filled him with foreboding； but it would have been suicidal to attempt the descent in the dark。
Billy was a small man of fifty…five。 But a life spent ranching in the harsh climate of the Sonora Desert had made him as hard and tough as an old cast…iron frying pan。 Perhaps his joints were not as flexible as they were the day he won a bronco riding contest in Tucson； nor did he move with the agility of the boy who was once the fastest cross…country runner in the tribe； nor did he have the stamina； but he was still as tough as an aging mountain goat。
The whites of his eyes were yellowed and the rims reddened from ignoring the onslaught of the desert sun all his life and never wearing sunglasses。 He had a round brown face with a strong jaw； straggly gray eyebrows； and thick black hair…the kind of face that seemed expressionless but revealed deep character and an insight into nature rarely understood by anyone who was not a Native American。
A shadow and a cold breeze suddenly passed over him。 He shuddered from the unexpected chill。 Was it a spirit？ Where did they e from； he wondered。 Could it be his brother was trying to make him； fall to the rocks far below？ Maybe the great stone beast knew he was approaching and was issuing a warning。 Beset with foreboding； Billy kept on climbing； teeth clenched； staring only at the vertical rock before his eyes。
Fortunately； others who went before him had chiseled foot… and handholds on the steeper face of the wall near the summit。 He could see they were very old by the rounded smoothness of their edges。 Within 50 meters （164 feet） of his goal； he entered a rock chimney that had split away from the wall； leaving a trail of loose and shattered stone inside a wide crack that slanted a little more gently and made the climb a fraction less tiring。
At last； just as his muscles were tightening and he was losing all feeling in his legs； the rock wall gave way to an easy incline； and he crawled onto the open surface of the peak。 He rose to his feet as the final light of day faded； breathing deeply； inhaling the cool； pure air of the desert He rubbed his hands on the legs of his pants to remove the dirt and grit and stared at the shadow of the demon looming in the growing darkness。 Though it was carved from the rock of the mountain； Billy swore that it glowed。 He was tired and sore； but strangely he felt no fear of the time…worn effigy； despite the tales about how the restless spirits who were denied entry into the afterworld walked the haunted mountain。
He saw no sign of fearsome creatures lurking in the dark。 Except for the jaguar with the serpent's head； the mountain was empty。 Billy spoke out。
〃I have e。〃
There was no answer。 The only sounds came from the wind and the beat from the wings of a hawk。 No eerie cries from the tormented souls of the underworld。
〃I have climbed the enchanted mountain to pray to you；〃 he said。
Still no sign or reply； but a chill went up his spine as he felt a presence。 He heard voices speaking in a strange tongue。 None of the words were familiar。 Then he saw shadowy figures take shape。
The people were visible but transparent。 They appeared to be moving about the mesa； taking no notice d Billy； walking around and through him as if it were he who did not exist。 Their clothes were unfamiliar； not the brief cotton loincloths or rabbit…skin cloaks of his ancestors。 These people were dressed as gods。 Golden helmets adorned with brilliantly colored birds' feathers covered most of the phantoms' heads； while those who went bareheaded wore their hair in strange distinctive fashions。 Their bodies