Two
“Here comes your cowboy,“ Eddie said.
I turned away from studying the small group of horses gathered at the fence line and saw a cloud of dust rising up from the road that led to our location. If you could even call that unpaved strip of dirt and gravel a road. I heard the truck long before I could actually see it, its engine roaring like the subway outside my apartment.
What I wouldn’t have given to be back in the city.
As I watched, the amber glow of the early morning sun hit the dust storm and turned it into a swirl of gold. Too bad we hadn’t caught that on tape. I made a mental note to add that to the shot list for tomorrow.
The truck ground to a halt half a city block away, at the far the end of a weather-beaten building that looked more like a piece of modern art than a func
