We drove down Nine Mile... «The Pale-Faced Lie»
cat_on_the_shelf22 января 2022We drove down Nine Mile Hill on Route 66, the two-lane highway that connected hundreds of no-name towns, each with a gas station and an Indian trading post. Gusts of wind pounded the car, whipping the trailer back and forth. I turned away from the Sandia Mountains behind us and focused on the roadside places selling Indian curios, or, as Dad joked, “fake tourist shit.” All the stores had funny signs, like “Savage Indians Inside: See Them While You Can.”
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