A gust of wind hot as a blacksmiths bellows swept across the plain and onto the bluff and blew the man out of the high cave like an awakening beetle.  The caves stone entry was low and tight, no higher than a grown mans knees, and Sonny slid out and used his hands on wasted thighs to stand upright and he looked across the plain and spotted twin coyotes atop the far ridgeline stalking unseen prey beyond.  He pulled each suspender strap…