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May 14, 2010

Stacy: Four Years Earlier

We hit the Alkalai Pan around noon, me and Ahab, and I wondered for the nth time why we didn’t travel at night like sensible folk.

"Nothing about this is sensible," I grumped, kicking a rock into some nearby scrub. A gasp of pain brought Ahab up short, ears pricked, and my Colt to my hand.

Somebody had worked him over but good, left him there to die. I crouched down and dribbled a little water into his slack mouth. His eyes flew open, as crystal blue as the noon sky.

"Shit," I said.

"Pleased to meet you," he replied.

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