Elias watched him go, then turned back to his workbench. He didn't believe in the stone, but as he looked out the window, he noticed the horizon. For the first time in three months, the air felt heavy, and the far-off mountains were fading behind a curtain of bruised, turquoise gray.
"Keep your gold. If it rains by Tuesday, you owe me. If it doesn't, you keep the stone to remind you why we leave the desert." buy turquoise
Elias pulled back the cloth. Inside lay a single stone, the size of a robin’s egg. It wasn't the bright, plastic blue of a tourist postcard; it was deep, moody teal, shot through with veins of dark iron that looked like frozen lightning. "That’s Bisbee Blue," Elias whispered. "Cost you more than a month's wages." Elias watched him go, then turned back to his workbench