ATDTDA: (8) 214/215 ghosts of Aztlan

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            . . . .more talk than he's ever had with Webb alive, 
          whistled over by the ghosts of Aztlan, entering a 
          passage of austerity and discipline, as if 
          undergoing down here in the world Webb's 
          change of status wherever he was now. . . .

Perhaps the same "Indian Ghosts" found here?

          Overhead every few seconds, arcs of light went 
          falling in all directions. It was the Perseid 
          meteor shower, a seasonal event, but for a while 
          it seemed like that the whole firmament was 
          coming unstiched. Not to mention Indian ghosts 
          sweeping by all night, as amused as Indians 
          ever got with the mysteries of the whiteman. (186)

Note also:

              Riding out of Cortez in the morning, he checked 
         the high end of the sleeping Ute and saw cloud 
         on the peak. "be rainin later in the day, Pa."

            "Is that Reef? Where am I? Reef, I don't know
         where the hell I am---"

            "Steady, Pa. We're outside of Cortez, headin up 
         to Telluride, be there pretty soon---"

            "No. That's not where this is. Everythin is 
         unhitched. Nothin stays the same. Somethin 
         has happened to my eyes. . . ."

            "It's O.K."

            "Hell it is." (215)