Coyote's Debt
I. The valley smelled of dust and diesel and something else—something Jack could not name but recognized immediately. It was the smell of a place that had not yet decided what it wanted to be. Orange groves had been pulled up to make room for something with streetlights and moving trucks and the sound of children playing on sidewalks that had been poured that morning. The hills in the distance...
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