Literary Imagination Advance Access originally published online on May 26, 2007
Literary Imagination 2007 9(2):195-206; doi:10.1093/litimag/imm039
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The High Country
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On our first night in the high country, we take turns sleeping in the tent. The person on watch grabs the flashlight and walks to the bottom of the hill and sits with the goats, their white coats pearl gray in the darkness. My shift begins at midnight. I sit at the base of the hill and shine the flashlight on the animals. Some are grazing, others nestled in the grass, their knobby legs folded underneath them. Every so often, one grunts and I jerk my light in the direction of the sound. The field is flat and dark and surrounded by alerce trees, invisible in the night.
The herd belongs to a farmer in the village of Lota. Two months ago, this farmer had one hundred and twelve goats; now he has forty-two. Theyve been slaughtered in groups of ten or fifteen, circular puncture wounds, the size of bottle