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<strong>The</strong> <strong>Long</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Storied</strong> <strong>Life</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Jose</strong> <strong>Montoya</strong> 84against the dictates <strong>of</strong> her curfew.<strong>Jose</strong>, as always, waited until she was inside <strong>and</strong> he was sure he wouldn't get one last glimpse <strong>of</strong>her before he turned to walk away. <strong>The</strong> night was still cold, but wrapped in his coat <strong>and</strong> with an innerwarmth that simmered <strong>and</strong> bubbled like chocolate <strong>Jose</strong> did not feel its bony caress. He walkedaimlessly around the camp, lost in the colors <strong>of</strong> visions <strong>and</strong> daydreams that the black canvas <strong>of</strong> nightonly intensified.At last he found himself back at the rifle range. Still swept along by the current <strong>of</strong> his thoughts,he walked the length <strong>of</strong> a firing lane <strong>and</strong> climbed the mound left in place by the engineers as a berm.He had not been there long when the grass on the far side <strong>of</strong> the berm rustled, <strong>and</strong> Ned Skelly sat downbeside him with a thump that was neither heard nor felt. He was clutching a suitcase with both h<strong>and</strong>s,<strong>and</strong> <strong>Jose</strong>'s surprise at this mirrored the look that Ned himself always wore.Ned laughed at <strong>Jose</strong>'s surprise. It was in fact October 31 st , <strong>and</strong> at the stroke <strong>of</strong> midnight,coming up quickly, it would be the start <strong>of</strong> El Dia de Los Muertos. Ned was packed <strong>and</strong> ready to gohome to El Paso for his visit, although he admitted that the suitcase was simply for effect. <strong>Jose</strong>watched <strong>and</strong> laughed as Ned stood <strong>and</strong> demonstrated one guise after another for him, switching rapidlyfrom Sunday best to hobo to panting dog <strong>and</strong> back again. After several minutes <strong>of</strong> this display, Nedlooked up at the sky <strong>and</strong> then smiled back down at <strong>Jose</strong>. It was time to go. Flinging his suitcaseupwards but not letting go <strong>of</strong> the h<strong>and</strong>les, Ned Skelly flew <strong>of</strong>f into the sky.<strong>Jose</strong> stayed seated on the mound as ghostly figures <strong>of</strong> Indians began to push out <strong>of</strong> the groundaround him. Some dropped bullets on the ground in front <strong>of</strong> him with a nod <strong>and</strong> sometimes a wink.Most paid him no attention whatsoever, <strong>and</strong> simply walked <strong>of</strong>f into the trees. <strong>Jose</strong> wondered what kind<strong>of</strong> home they could possibly be going to, strolling across a l<strong>and</strong>scape <strong>and</strong> through a culture that couldno longer be recognized. Perhaps a home, if you have one, never changes. Or perhaps they wouldwalk through modern life forever, bent on reaching a destination that no longer existed.