..But then as he peered out through the branches, the sky tore open--abruptly, distorting, and bubbling out, a darkness looking at first like a black globbed mass, like dark spittle on a French trapper's beard, but then widening, widening, widening...until Wore Wolf Teeth inched back with dread. This deadly vision came from the spirits, not from a bodied foe...The dark, translucent bubble continued enlarging...Then the sky tunnel of smoked blackness swallowed the whole sky and out of the cavernous maw charged, stormed, a moving drab-gray monster. He gripped his medicine bag hanging from his...