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Tally couldn’t look at hi “Please,” she whispered “Please let me keep the card You can have the camera”

“That’s an odd thing for a tourist to say”

Slowly Tally lifted her head, sing around the lump of fear

“You toldinto her, staring so hard, so intently she felt as if he were seeing inside her, all the way to her heart “You lie You steal What else do you do?”

She shook her head, terrified

“Perhaps you aid the insurgents Those ant to be rid of us Those that take our land from us”

“I help no one—”

“Why should I believe you?”

“Because I’rapher, but I’m not political, I take no sides, I do not even know the history of these border wars you talk about”

“Prove it”

She looked at hi moment “How?”

“Give me the memory card back I will look at the photos I shall see for myself if you tell the truth”

She couldn’t look away fro, defined—nose, jaw, cheekbone, brow bone “What if you don’t like my work?”

He shrugged “I’ll erase it”

Tears filled her eyes and she hated herself for being weak and eony Those photos were months of work, work in nearly unbearable heat, work in wretched conditions, here she’d sacrificed coht shots “Please don’t erase my work I’ve weeks and weeks of shots on that es since I’ve been traveling”