A thin sliver of the painting was just visible along one edge of the bedsheet. All Jake could see was a strip of black, with grayish brown on the bottom and dark orange toward the top. Jake remembered Gabriel painting the brown a few days ago, but he’d started covering the picture after that. The visible colors didn’t look like anything in particular, but even so, there was something familiar…
He tilted his head, moving to get a better angle to see the painting. That orange color; that was it. It reminded him exactly of the twilight—
Before he really registered what he was doing, Jake had grabbed the bedsheet and yanked it away from the picture. And there was the desert, under the brooding evening sky, obvious despite the still rough lines. And those were the first painted strokes of the burning UH-60…