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as if the hand of God had come to arm-wrestle with the devil in Utah.
    Rockson shielded his face against the stinging winds but was carried away like a piece of straw and dashed against a gravel-strewn slope. The force carried him roughly against the moving rocks for several yards before he was finally able to wedge himself between three large boulders. From his temporary sanctum, he peered through the cracks in the huge rocks. He could more sense than see the swirling monoliths in the distance. Then he knew. It was what the Indians called Kala-Ka, the “Battle of Winds.”
    First spawned in the holocaust of the great nuclear war, the Kala-Ka were violent upheavals of nature, storms marked by sinister double tornado funnels, often over 100,000 feet high, each spinning in opposite directions. They formed over the magnetic poles from impulses excited by intense irradiation of the earth’s upper atmosphere. The spires acted as runaway generators, actually powering each other through a combination of magnetic force and atmospheric pressure. The Kala-Ka combined the most potent elements of a typhoon and a hurricane, and carried each to its furthest extreme. The twin towers would sweep across the terrain, spinning around each other wildly, wreaking destruction in wide swaths. Eventually, one of the funnels would achieve a sufficiently greater force than its counterpart, and engulf it. This combination of opposing forces created a cataclysmic explosion and a massive vacuum hundreds of miles square. Anything within its tracks would be instantly sucked into the center at speeds exceeding the speed of sound.
    Indian legends were rich with tales of the storms. Some fanciful tales claimed that the storms were “Time-tornados”—tunnels in time! Whatever, they had never been known to occur below the Canadian Plains. This one had broken free and run down the North American continent, following the eastern ridge of the Rocky Mountains. What the heat of the desert would add to the storm’s forces was anybody’s guess. But Rock wasn’t interested in finding out. All he knew was that the storm was here, and he intended to put as much distance between him and it as possible. He decided to try and make it back to the missile silo and take his chances with the Russians. But he wasn’t giving himself very good odds.
    Struggling to his feet, he looked out over the plain and witnessed an awesome phenomenon. The sands of the desert, billions upon billions of tons, were sucked into the eye of the storm. Oddly, visibility became crystal clear for miles as every bit of debris rose into the towering behemoths of the storm. The entire spectacle opened up before Rock’s eyes, revealing, a theatrical performance on the universal scale. A drama of Nature gone mad.
    It was clear that one of the twisters had grown noticeably larger than the other and was moving toward it, drawing in matter, charging it with electromagnetic force, and adding it to its hulking, oppressive power. Then Rock saw why the Indians called it the “Battle of Winds.” He hung onto the boulders just out of the danger zone, about fifty miles away, as the show reached its climax.
    The two murderous funnels began to circle each other in a macabre, titanic dance, slowly at first, then faster and faster until they were dancing twin stars, creating one giant funnel while an ear-splitting screech announced the imminent explosion. By now, the desert floor had become a sea of bedrock, stripped of every grain of sand. The sky was as clear as glass, as every speck of debris had been dragged into the dynamo, and the air was filled with lightning flashes.
    Then, on the desert floor in the state of Utah, in the area once known as Monument Valley, Nature orchestrated her dramatic show of vengeance with savage fury and icy precision. In the flash of an instant, a massive vacuum formed and collapsed, polar and desert winds collided, billions of tons of charged debris crashed back to the earth .