Malpaís

Everything is black, sharp rock, craters, earth scorched by an unforgiving sun.

They call it the Malpais for a reason.

It's a harsh dead region.

Not even coyotes venture too far into it unless they have no other choice.

He pulled me by the arm.

We began running back the way we'd come, away from that damned cave.

But running in the Malpais is almost impossible.

We stumbled, fell, and cut our hands as we got up.

So

here is what they call Malpais, which is a small volcano.

Yeah.

Oops.