So beautifully written.
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A Science Fiction Short Story.
Heat haze undulated the expanse of soil, rock, and shrub, which created a dance only the devil in hell would appreciate. Off in the distance several dust devils spun across the landscape like ecstatic dervishes.
Damien Romero spurred his reluctant horse. With binoculars, he surveyed the desolate panorama before him. His posse had been assigned to the area north of Nogales because most of them, at some point, had lived near the border. They all knew the terrain well.
Not long after the men set out they found a group of dying illegal immigrants crossing the treacherous desert. Later, he learned most of them had crossed through Mexico from Honduras, Colombia, and Guatemala. He was the only person among the gringos…
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