July afternoons in Texas are hell on earth. The hottest sound known to man, cicadas buzzing in a low roar, had reached its seasonal peak. That sound would compel you to turn on the air conditioner if you heard it in the middle of a cold winter day.
Another shift at the Texas Highway Department surveying right of way reached its end. I would have broken a…
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