Off in the distance, a couple of farms away, a train was rolling by, like a bunch of golden caterpillars racing to lunch.
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Kort, on the other hand, looked like she’d just been wheeled out of a Salvation Army store, after cutting her own hair with a jackknife. She could have spent three days in a beauty salon and it wouldn’t have changed her face, her body, or the scowl she’d worn since birth—part of the burden she’d carried with her.
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She didn’t see the highway patrolman until she was right on top of him. She’d crossed a bridge, where low trees crowded right up to the highway, and there he stood, a radar gun in his hand.
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Mafia and cartel movies, and accepted the movie premise that organized crime was like a huge FBI or CIA, that they would find you everywhere, that they had eyes on every street corner and every bar.
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“I was afraid chunks of lead would be coming back at me.”
She shook her head: “Low penetration rounds. They hit that brick wall and turn into dust.

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