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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.

"No," the boy replied, his eyes fixed on the blue. "It's a promise." buy turquoise

The boy nodded once, gripped the sky in his fist, and ran out into the heat. Elias watched him go, then turned back to his workbench

The boy didn't flinch. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy, dirt-stained handkerchief. He unfolded it to reveal a handful of raw, uncut garnets and a gold dental bridge. "No," the boy replied, his eyes fixed on the blue

Elias looked at the gold, then at the boy’s cracked lips. He knew the superstitions—that turquoise was a piece of the sky fallen to earth, a bridge between the parched ground and the clouds. He also knew that a stone couldn't drill a well. "It's just a rock, son," Elias said softly.

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."

"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."