Elias pulled his hat lower, blocking out the last sliver of the dying sun. He didn't answer right away. He just listened to that distant horn and the wind brushing through the dry grass.
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"There’s a storm coming up from the south," he said. His voice was just a notch above a whisper, soft enough that the wind nearly stole it. "You can smell the creosote waking up." Elias pulled his hat lower, blocking out the