Blasphemy

Excerpt from the short story This is What it Means to Say Phoenix, Arizona included in Blasphemy by Sherman Alexie (advance reading copy):

Victor drove for sixteen hours straight north, made it halfway up Nevada toward home before he finally pulled over.
"Hey, Thomas," Victor said. "You got to drive for a while."
"Okay."
Thomas Builds-the-Fire slid behind the wheel and started off down the road. All through Nevada, Thomas and Victor had been amazed at the lack of animal life, at the absence of water, of movement.
"Where is everything?" Victor had asked more than once.
Now when Thomas was finally driving they saw the first animal, maybe the only animal in Nevada. It was a long-eared jackrabbit.
"Look," Victor yelled. "It's alive."
Thomas and Victor were busy congratulating themselves on their discovery when the jackrabbit darted out into the road and under the wheels of the pickup.
"Stop the goddamn car," Victor yelled, and Thomas did stop, backed the pickup to the dead jackrabbit.
"Oh, man, he's dead," Victor said as he looked at the squashed animal.
"Really dead."
"The only thing alive in the whole state and we killed it."
"I don't know," Thomas said. "I think it was suicide."
Victor looked around the desert, sniffed the air, felt the emptiness and loneliness, and nodded his head.
"Yeah," Victor said. "It had to be suicide."
"I can't believe this," Thomas said. "You drive for a thousand miles and there ain't even any bugs smashed on the windshield. I drive for ten seconds and kill the only living thing in Nevada."
"Yeah," Victor said. "Maybe I should drive."
"Maybe you should."