Savages

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The caravan comes up the twisted road.

Like a coiled snake, the Cajon Pass. Way the fuck out there in the empty desert, miles away from anything that could pass for civilization.

Moonscape on either side of the road.

God threw a temper tantrum and tossed boulders around like marbles on the steep slopes.

Turning red in the dawn light.

The reflection makes it tough on Chon, high up on the opposite slope, sighting the Barrett.

He hopes Ben is cold enough to throw the switches.