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The Winter of Chiapas Lisa Bellamy It is the winter of Chiapas and the first rebellion has just started. He is drinking alone in Cheyenne, eyeing the rebels on TV, remembering how at nineteen he left for the war, how it rained for months as he sat in the jungle. When he turned twenty and did not die he returned to Wind River and fell to his knees in spring wheat near the bus stop. He was not sure he’d survived. Perhaps he was dead, a ghost coming home, like a spirit in a story. He waited for Lee Ann to find him there and she did, covering his face with her black hair, lowering his body down to the earth. Now he needs to call her, to tell her to meet him. He lifts his face to the rain. He needs to tell her to meet him near Cheyenne.

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