Joey said from the passenger seat of a rented Ford F-350 Crew Cab. El Paso International Airport was far behind them but there was a ways to go before she and Zaf would drive beneath the wood-and-metal Yellow Hawk Ranch sign. The open road carved into the desert landscape, presenting an opportunity to lower the window, take off her aviator sunglasses and consume the sights, sounds and scents of the familiar stranger that would always be home to her. But almost of its own defiance, her body was tuned into Zaf. A seat belt was the only thing keeping her from crawling to his lap and curling up there. Zaf reached to squeeze her thigh, and she applauded herself for wearing a pair of short-shorts with her camisole. His hand rested there, where it belonged. She skated her fingers over the fine dark hair along his forearm, traced his large knuckles, toyed with the watch and the beads and the straps on his wrist. “Our spread’s at the farthest edge of town, traveling this route.
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