Now he followed the curve of the creek, walking away from the concealed place near the base of the red cliff where they’d made camp for the night.  Millions of stars, and the faint glow of a new moon, were all that distinguished sky from earth as he picked his way to the top of the soaring arc of rock that formed a natural bridge over the water.  Not far off, a coyote howled.  Others joined it, an eerie chorus of yips and shrieks that echoed off the steep walls of the little canyon. Page 580