The Middle Of Nowhere New Mexico Novels & Stories

“Call Dallas. We need to get a green light on this clusterfuck.” Mark nodded again, his thumb already on the speed-dial to Dallas. From his position flat on the ground, he stared around, barely taking in the breathtaking scenery. They were about a mile outside of Meadow, Utah and God knows, the tiny town of just over three hundred souls was aptly named: there was nothing but open, green space as far as he could see. Charming, quiet, idyllic. And right now, it was the scene of a hostage situation with a brutal, violent, and heavily-armed man at its center.

The ride goes back to being quiet just the sound of the radio in the air around them. “Little one, we left California, we are now in New Mexico.” His voice booms out of nowhere. He saw the relief on her face, how her features relaxed, her eyes stopped darting in the rear-view mirror. “We have about three hours before we get to Socorro. That’s where my next delivery is.” He opened the glove box and handed Melody a spray bottle. “What is this for?” Melody tuned the bottle in her hand wondering what it is. What Charley said next shocked her.

I suck in some of the cold air and hold it as I wade deeper, waiting for my skin to adjust to the temperature. So much has happened in such a short time frame that I’m having trouble keeping up with it all. One moment, I was rolling into Oscura, New Mexico, expecting another lame weekend eating fried food and watching football with a bunch of small-town drunks in the bar. The next minute, my entire life was turned upside down.

After a long stretch of tracking, she finally found the source. “It’s coming from New Mexico,” she said. Eva frowned. “Why would the Syndicate be in New Mexico?” Margaret, who had joined the call, answered right away. “There’s an old satellite station out there. Leftover from the Cold War. It’s in the middle of nowhere, nobody pays attention to it anymore. It’s the perfect place for something secret.” They all stared at the screen in silence. The signal kept pulsing softly and steadily. It wasn’t attacking anything. It wasn’t downloading or uploading files. It was just... there.

"Good luck with that. If he is smart, he is already in Mexico. Or further." Morrison hung up. I turned to Mae. "I need to find Colt. Any idea where he might go?" "He has a cabin. In Montana. Middle of nowhere. No internet. No phone service. Completely off grid." Mae pulled out a map. "Here. But Jenna, if he does not want to be found—"

At least until they knew where they stood with each other. She got out of the SUV and glanced around. "Is it just me, or does this part of Texas feel like the Middle East?" "They share a longitude line with northern Africa and the Middle East, so it makes sense the climates would be similar." "Stop making sense." She set her eyes on the house. "Anyone from NexGen call to see where we were?" "Not that I'm aware of."

"Elliot so happened to be off to lunch at the same time too since his next meeting is at 2." Elliot shot his brother a questioning gaze and Talon mentally lifted his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and shake his head. Like his sister, his brother had a low EQ and would miss the most obvious of things. "Navarro Enterprise has just helped construct a new restaurant downtown. Since it's just opened we're trying to bring in as much costumers as possible to get ratings and reviews." Talon explained. "If you don't have any specific place in mind for lunch today you could check it out."

He left to go give our order to the chef, leaving us to listen to music and talk about our path back home. "When we cross the New Mexican- Texan border, we drive for what, two and a half hours to get home?" Jack asked as I finished off my drink, I nodded my head and pictured our place in my head. Our family lives in a mansion, with a massive garage left of the house to hold as many cars as we wanted, and a gun range in the back to practice all kinds of weapons, it was out in the middle of nowhere, south of San Antonio, but it was close enough that it wasn't a massive journey to a grocery store, and had stable internet.

he froze, stopping Johansen with him to wait the long minutes as an oblivious elderly man with his oblivious elderly dog at the end of a retractable leash shuffled by the opposite direction—“the nearest place I can land is Grand Junction, but there’s a military presence at that airport.” “The next nearest is Shiprock, New Mexico, but you’d need a car.” When they heard an RV door open and close, Jim continued towards the Jeep. “You can rent one at Farmington. It’s a few miles east of Shiprock.” He stopped again, facing Johansen. It wasn’t far to the vehicle. “I’ll give you my ID. Credit cards. Don’t come back.”

Why shut off the money stream, right? Si clicked through the rest of the group. Gavin and Elizabeth Emery were both in their early fifties. Their ranch was in New Mexico. Another click and they were looking at Lorena Alvaro and her husband, Elias. "She's the link to the cartel," Si told them. "Well, actually her husband is. Their ranch is two hundred and fifty thousand acres, located in the southwest corner of Arizona so it bumps up against both California and the Mexican state of Sonora."