“So you don’t believe in our ‘folk tales,’ huh?” the Indian fishing guide, using air-quotes, asked the younger man.
He’d been telling the out-of-stater some of the Paiute’s scariest myths and legends, hoping to add a seed of doubt to the man’s cynical attitude about native ways.
“I don’t believe in UFO, Bigfoot, or the Boogeyman, either,” the man replied.
“You should. Unlike Water-babies, Tu’lo’ug Vou’c’g takes many forms, luring the unbeliever in and then…”
Their aluminum boat shifted violently as a great, oscillating mass of changing shape and color, rose from Lake Pyramid’s depths, displaying a multitude of eyes, fins and long massive tentacles. Both men began to pray as it cut the surface, mouth agape, ready to feed.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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