The unpaved street was dusty, the air hot and still as though even the insects were too parched to utter a sound. There hadn’t been rain for months and the children were too listless for play. But inactivity was not the solution. With nothing to occupy the time their agile minds could only dwell on the discomfort. So Socorro, the eldest at twelve, took her younger sister, Desidro, and brother, Elcartio, along with several of the neighboring children down to the creek in search of respite. She already knew the creek was dry, but she was hopeful that the Cottonwoods would provide enough shade to make the little ones more comfortable.