ke to
the wet collar of her dress. She tried to lift h
, bleached, the sun somewhere behind clouds she
head. The mov
as in
t. The bottom was scattered with refuse, empty oil drums,
s not
in the dirt. His shirt was dark with dried
d not
t have the
nds were red to the wrist. She touched her shoulder. The wound ben
ressure
here for hour
her dress w
grateful. She did
d hand against the
r attempts
ved but produced nothing. On the fourth try, she hooked her
g time. Face pressed ag
at up, she saw whe
ments to nothing. A chain-link fence slumped along the perimeter, cut open in three places
o building
tru
Her shoulder screamed. She
en she
tree, two hundred yards fr
sand. slowly sh
lt
pped
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ties, rubber-banded.
location marked with an X. A route trace
essed flat at the
ot her face. Bu
at it for a
in her shoulder and a corpse beneath her body and a
know what
ow if she want
d shoulder. Turned her back on the pit an
wa
stretched, shortened, stretched again.
rt swall
dress. The movement had opened it. She presse
ars em
, not in El Paso, not in Juárez. Here, with no city l
ath it until he
, drank water she did not w
id no
out his face when he
hing except the next step. T
hind her, a
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