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The Manhunters
- 20 hours ago
- 8 min read
by Shane Jahn
The scorching sun hung high above the Chihuahuan Desert as the lawman carefully made his way up a steep limestone escarpment, mindful not to drive the arched spears of Lechuguilla into his shins as he secured footing to make the next push upward. A fall among the boulders below would be much more painful, if not life-altering. Faint scuffs on the slick rock convinced him that the men he was after had scaled the looming cliffside. Forcing his way up the side of a huge boulder, he paused for a minute to catch his breath while closely examining the bluff’s edge. Tiny twigs of a lesser, woody bush showed fresh breaks at their tips, and a rock the size of a walnut had clearly been unearthed from its resting place along the silted fracture of the rock shelf. The color of the fine soil was dark, and had not yet been bleached by the intense sunlight. Now, he knew he was on their trail…
