The Distant Machine

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The wind tore at the canvas of my helmet as I hauled the heavy coil of barbed wire up the tower stairs, my boots slipping on the wet iron rungs. I am forty-two years old, a Sergeant in the Border Patrol, and I want nothing more than to secure my pension before the winter freeze locks us in. The opposing force is the debt I owe to St. Jude’s Clinic for my son’s heart surgery, a sum that grows...

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