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The contras that were through here yesterday got sent to a prison faretables, learn to read and write if they don’t kno, learn to repair CB radios, and get a week-long vacation with their faet amnesty in five There’s hardly ever a repeat offender

That kid from San Manuel died

Your sister, Hallie

"What’s neith Hallie?" Loyd asked

"Nothing"

I folded the pages back into the envelope as neatly as I could, trying to leave its creases undisturbed, but one numb and blind With tears in my eyes I watched whatever lay to the south of us, the land ere driving down into, but I have noa dim comprehension of the difference between Hallie anda whole lot siround orientation I’d spent a long ti for life, while Hallie was living it

Chapter 19

19 The Bread Girl

Five miles outside of Santa Rosalia Pueblo, Loyd stopped the truck, pulled off his cowboy boots, and put on et out and walk through snow

"Saving your boots?" I asked

He ignored h they’d hitchhiked to hell and back without getting a single ride

"Me and Leander used to co cowboy boots and Marab off our hats and swat us with them and say, ’Ahh! You look like Navajos!’"