Standing atop the grassy, tree barren hill, Salish said the Words and the smoke appeared. A light rain began to fall as the dark violet plumes billowed before her. It was time. She fell to her knees before the rising haze, uttering the Words twice more. As soon as her knees hit the ground the swirling mists violently receded, as if being sucked into an invisible, vortex before her. The silence was...