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A crossroads out in the desert.
Because why not?
There’s a convenient pullover where the cars can pull up and make the trade.
And Elena’s troops can gun them all down and be gone long before the sheriffs or the INS can get there.
They all know this.
Lado knows it.
His men sure as hell know it.
Any reader of Western fiction or fan of Western movies knows it.
Ben and Chon know it.
And go anyway.
Because it has to happen.