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hen they’d jogged a couple of hundred meters away from the site, Shake called a halt. They were at a point where the long cut they used to reach the site was interrupted by a rocky, meandering road. It wasn’t much more than a trail through stands of cactus, but it would support a vehicle.
“They’re not gonna take off on foot, right? They’ll use that truck,” he said pointing at the trail through the hard-scrabble terrain. “And this looks like the only route they can take.”
Mike Stokey stood looking east and west. “Yeah. You don’t go four-wheeling across this stuff in a piece-of-s**t truck pulling a trailer. They’ll take the easy route cross-country.”
“And that means they’ll have to come right by here…” Shake was trying to do the navigation in his head. “This thing ha
