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re rose to meet a rocky, vertical cliff face m the mountains that was broken by a sheer, narrow gap. Here and there on a jumble of outcroppings, an occasional juniper had gained a foothold, showing up dark green against gray stone etched with thin, pale-pink fissures. Usher assembled his crew in front of the cabin and inrunediately got down to busi

ness. Johnny, wh

o now seemed fully reengaged in the process,
eagerly joined into the discussion of how best to film the opening sequence of the cattle roundup. Kerney left the group and walked a

ed by his earlier rejection. Kerney wasn't sure what to expect
from her. Would she be congenial or continue her seductive ways? The day had heated up, and a fierce afternoon sun washed away the color of the grassland that waved gently in an intermittent breeze. Hi

e of Daddy's grass-bank pastures," Julia said, as she match
ed Kerney stride for stride." He burned two thousand acres three years ago, and it hasn't been grazed on since." "It looks good," Kerney said, his eyes fixed on t

the one that had passed him on the highway, stood out among the pi
ILERSBA was developed with support and cooperation from the Department of Homeland Security, National Bomb Squad Commanders Advisory Board, and New Mexico Tech to provide front line law enforcement officers with the skills and knowledge to effectively interdict and respond to an imminent suicide bombing attack (person-borne or vehicle-borne) or a non-suicide attack involving a vehicle-borne device.

ckup trucks. In such a

sparsely populated area, where most folks drove pickup truck
s, he wondered what the probability of spotting another panel van might be. Perhaps not entirely unlikely, but certainly interesting nonetheless. At the corral Julia introduced him to Walt Shaw, the ranch manager. Under his cowboy hat Shaw had the face of a man who'd called the open range his office for a lifetime. Probably in his late forties, he had a wide mouth, a long, broad nose, and a blunt chin. Over the noise of the backhoe he greeted Julia warmly, pulled off his work gloves, shook Kerney's hand, and smiled, showing a gap between his two front teeth. "Where's my father?" Julia asked. "Took off some time ago," Shaw replied. "We didn't pass him on the road," Kerney said. "Didn't go that way," Shaw said, nodd

ing in the opposite dir

ection. "He's two past

ures south, where we're gathering the cattle." "Are you building the horse corral for the movie?" Kerney asked. "Yep, but we get to keep it after you folks are long gone," Shaw replied. "Bought and paid for by Hollywood. Can't be

at that, I'd say." "No you,

can't," Kerney said,

looking at the four men who were busy setting posts. Two of them were the cowboys who had stopped at the accident scene on incident. Most instructors also

er than to ask about the size of the spread, which was

National Domestic Preparedness Council akin to asking how much money the Jordan family had in the bank. But he did ask Julia how close the ranch came to the Mexican border. "About twenty miles," Julia replied. She went on to explain that the high country on the ranch was mostly leased state and federal land, while the valley land was all deeded property. Behind Julia, twenty feet away, the

two cowboys Kerney had seen yesterday were eyeing him and talking to their companions. When Shaw turned to check on his

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