Karintha, at twelve, was a wild flash that told the other folks just what it was to live.
It had the sound of the red dust.
Karintha\'s running was a whir.
With the other children one could hear, some distance off, their feet flopping in the two-inch dust.
At sunset, when there was no wind, and the pinesmoke 2from over by the sawmill hugged the earth, and you couldnt see more than a few feet in front, her sudden darting past you was a bit of vivid color, like a black bird that flashes in light.
Karintha, at twelve, was a wild flash that told the other folks just what it was to live