The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The snow in the pass did not fall; it hung in the air like suspended ash, a grey static that coated the windshield of my cruiser and the bare branches of the larches until the world looked like a photograph left out in the rain. I was forty-two years old, a border patrol agent with twelve years of service and a debt of forty thousand dollars to St. Jude’s Clinic, and I was holding the last...

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