The girl came up like a squirrel or some other small wild thing: In a hurry, then frozen by caution, then slowly. Scrawny and mostly made up of hair that hadn’t been brushed, she stopped on the other side of the tracks from Leelee. “Hello,” the girl said. “Hello,” Leelee said. “What are you doin’ out here?” “Tryin’ to find some peace and quiet.” The girl screwed up her face and looked over her shoulder. “There’s not enough peace and quiet for ya back in town?” “No.” The girl

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I couldn't get comfortable at all last night. The rising sun burns my eyes as I squint to survey my surroundings: endless rolling hills of ripening corn. I can sense the heat and the dust. Who knew hot dust has such a distinctive odor and taste? Once my eyes adjust to the light, I try to move my legs, but cannot. Looking down, I see they’re bound by twine. I’m wearing blue jeans and a tattered plaid shirt with the cuff buttons missing. Straw is poking out of my sleeves. I’m