I like the desert at night. They say it’s dangerous to be out here but I like it. It’s good to sit by a campfire and drink a beer, out here where there isn’t any noise or traffic. You can see all the stars because there aren’t any electric lights to chase them away. Sometimes the wind sings to you. But then somebody usually comes along and messes it up somehow. Mostly it’s drunks who want to beat you up because you’re from the reservation. “Smoke?” “Sure,” I replied as my nerves began to relax. “Dangerous out here at night, you know,” he spoke softly after a while. “You mean ghosts and goblins?”