Poised in the underbrush, he finally found the chance to eat. The old man had his spear at the ready, he willed himself to not miss. Hunters his age are rare, rarer still are those with all their limbs attached. His time moving across the southern desert has weaved cracks in his dark, dehydrated skin and threatened to burn it away like fire.

As he looked at the small duckbilled reptile grazing i...