Face down in the dirt. Perhaps if Barry had not stared at the dirt in the picture, he would not have ended up kissing it. "Another one bites the dust," he thought as he wondered what that song was about. Weren't there helicopters in it or something?
  A short distance from him a group of about thirty-five people stood in a circle around a naked woman, who used the ragged veil in her hand to cover her face more than anything. Each held a stone. In the center, a guy who looked like Kris Kristofferson with long hair and dark skin was drawing on the ground.