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She ate with her eyes closed as the sun slowly rose. Canned fruit poured into a bowl, washed down with orange juice.
“Hey.” Her eyes flew open as Seth thumped down opposite her. “Scoggins give you a rough time?”
“Yeah.” She looked around the campsite, but they were alone. The Indian porters and drivers generally kept to themselves, and they became all but invisible when Scoggins was around. They didn’t like the man any better than anyone else. In fact, Kalima had heard that any job that took them out of the camp and back to town was highly prized, and was actually used as currency in their late-night card games. “If I thought it would make a difference, I’d report him. But you know how corrupt things are here. The only way you can stop a man with money in India is to have even mor
