Water was scarce out here. The "tanks" were mostly empty and of course the cattle were long gone. This was a land of flyaway dirt and dusty, half idled oil wells and gray scrub—and Mexicans flowing north, heading for anywhere but Mexico.William was thinking about how those Mexicans could be useful."Something's jamming the grid," he said. "I'm not even getting GPS.""That's illegal as hell," Curteze said."Let's sue Mr. Price, why don't we?" Kapp said. "What are they waiting for? We're sitting ducks. They know where we are, don't they?"Curteze snorted. "What the hell was any of us thinking? We're out here upholding the honor of an agency that no longer exists, breaking every known law, in the middle of a state that's pretty much been abandoned by a government that's spent itself dry twice over. We're pissing off a guy who supplies decent paychecks to ninety thousand locals. Christ, you'd think we'd have better things to do.""Shut it," Kapp said.The boy was awake now and sitting up in the backseat, cradling his arm.
