We had gone a few miles across the bed of the hills and mountains that walled Rio Hondo, when I saw a figure, a familiar one he was naked, at the summit of the mountain, staring all the way down, about to fall over and take his life. Promptly my attention was brought upon this figure. Obviously it was a male and because he was standing with his back facing my direction, I barely could figure who it was.

I had to dim my eyes and stare very carefully as I wondered who could be stark naked and on top of a mountain summit; it only occurred to me that...