The Middle Of Nowhere New Mexico Novels & Stories

Aaron whispering, trying to be discreet as possible. Finally, he agreed with us. I look at Arethusa again, “Alright, so where’s this home of yours?” “It’s located in a small town in New Mexico.” Sad Arethusa to me. “New Mexico?! But it is thirty hours away from here?!” I never thought that he was living in another state.

NEWT’S MIND had begun to dwell on the north for long stretches. Particularly at night, when he had nothing to do but ride slowly around and around the herd, listening to the small noises the bedded cattle made, or the sad singing of the Irishmen, he thought of the north, trying to imagine what it must be like. He had grown up with the sun shining, with mesquite and chaparral, armadillos and coyotes, Mexicans and the shallow Rio Grande. Only once had he been to a city:

Harvey said, “to receive far-flung flights like yours.” Hansen looked up at the high walled walls and thought that given the location of the "complex," as that man put it, in the middle of nowhere, it was more than such exaggerated protection, with armed men and all that. He did not think it possible that someone would want to risk getting lost or dying in that desert just to get to that place, unless it was by air, as they had done. “Where are we?” Karen asked. “In Texas, near the Mexican border,” Harvey replied. “This is the Chihuahuan Desert, the largest one in North America.”

It’s just left off the center of New Mexico on this map and at least in our part of the world and not overseas in Scotland! “She’s not that far. That’s like a seven-hour drive if we don’t stop.” Meadow chimes in, squinting at the map carefully and obviously a little frustrated we don’t have a more specific and detailed map to get a more precise location. We have a vague spot on a map that condenses the entire world and she’s right. Arizona to New Mexico is not that far but we will have to drive. “The biggest problem is getting out past the fog.” I point out and Meadow frowns, taking a moment to think hard and then focuses on me with a very serious expression.

It was a promise that he was determined to keep. “I got a job for you and a few men.” Machine grunted. “Is it bad?” Kane asked, taking a sip of his beer. “It’s not something that I want to do but it’s necessary.” Machine said, shrugging. “What is it?” Kane asked, frowning. “It’s those assholes over in New Mexico.” Machine growled. “Oh god. I hate them.” Kane groaned. “You and me both but there isn’t a whole lot I can do about it. There’s a shipment coming in and it needs to be moved in the next few days.”

The border was marked by nothing more than a series of obsidian-colored monoliths, but to the nervous system, it was a cliff. Elias and Sarah Miller, along with their seven-year-old daughter, Mia, stood at the edge of the "Graft-Line" in the high desert of eastern Nevada. Behind them, the air was a soft, shimmering violet, thick with the scent of ozone and crushed herbs—the "Resonance" of the Sombra-Net. Ahead, the air was dry, dusty, and stubbornly clear.