“David Alvarez thought sagebrush stank. No matter who told him how beautiful, how fragrant they found sagebrush, he still thought it smelled. E-voc-a-tive. Evocadar. Evocative of uncleared land killed by contorted, poisonous bushes.” With these simple lines, Scott Archer Jones puts us into Northern New Mexico, puts us into the blue-collar world of working Hispaños, puts us into the mind of a gentle man who should have lived a hundred years ago. Alvarez struggles under the weight of a murder and tries to do his back-breaking job everyday. He’s messed up from the death of his Army squad in a training accident, and redeemed by visions of the Virgin. This long short story is evocative of entrapment, and of absolution.