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He took his father’s old Jeep, the one with the cracked windshield and the high beams that flickered. The asphalt turned to gravel, then to dirt that glowed pale blue under a quarter moon. The land rose on either side—low, scrubby hills, dotted with creosote and the skeletons of saguaro.

Doug Hills was a dead town long before the highway bypassed it. The only things that moved there now were tumbleweeds and the faint, crooked shadows of the water tower at dusk. doug hills have eyes

He found out differently one Tuesday night when his girlfriend, Lena, called from her broken-down sedan. “I took the Old Cut,” she whispered. “The GPS said it would save eight minutes.” He took his father’s old Jeep, the one