The Pale Dance
Chapter One The dust that settled over the plains in the autumn of 1954 did not fall; it hung, a suspended bureaucracy of ochre particulate that turned the sky into a bruised ceiling and stopped the traffic of the entire town. Alice Tillman, thirty-four years old and a border patrol officer who had not yet secured her pension, sat in the dispatch room of the tow-truck service, listening to the...
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