CHAPTER 71The Hot Springs ContingentThe Mississippi was still burning when the sky tore open a second time.A perfect ring of violet fire bloomed above the river, smelling of cedar smoke, hot asphalt, and sweet tea gone feral.A matte-black 1970 Chevy pickup shot through the rift like a bullet, tires screaming, and slammed onto the levee hard enough to make the ground jump.The driver’s door kicked open with a boot.Remy Tsatoke stepped out.Tall, copper-skinned Caddo, long black braid swinging down his back, Lakeside Rams letterman jacket (crimson sleeves, white body, big red ram head snarling across the shoulders) hanging open over bare, scarred chest. A copper-wrapped baseball bat rested easy on one shoulder like it had grown there. Coyote shifter, trickster-blessed by Chulëkonsis himself, grinning like the world owed him money and he’d come to collect with interest.Right behind him, Celeste Valentina Morau Tsatoke rolled in on a blood-red skateboard that hovered an inch off the
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