BÉÉSHBITÓ, Ariz.

Let me tell you a great and very true story.

It’s of two brothers, ages 3 and 4, who get lost and eventually spend a night in the mean woods of Bééshbitó, Ariz., in below-freezing temperatures, and fighting off zombies from under a tree.

After covering a game at the Beehołdzil Events Center on Tuesday night, I got home around 10:30 p.m. I received word shortly after getting home that two young boys went missing. As I do anytime news breaks, I immediately went into “journalist mode” and made some calls and took off.

An hour and a half later, I arrive in the isolated area where the two were last seen, motivated to get a story and, most importantly, motivated to help find the boys. At the site, there were police and search and rescue teams all in full force.

I jump out my truck and grab my cameras and flashlight and head out.

From 2 to 5:30 a.m., police and the search party spread out. A couple of times, they come to a dead end with jumbles of tire tracks and unrecognizable footprints. Other footprints are followed by coyote paw prints, which worries searchers.

I quietly photograph the events taking place before my eyes as I follow the police. In the back of my mind, I pray that I will see them come rushing out of from the dark, cold night. My prayer goes unanswered. I push on quietly following the real heroes of the hour — the Navajo police — as they walk along the dirt road and sagebrush. The boys’ family patiently waits throughout the night, anxious for any news.