Four Corners

He hadn’t spoken to his father in as long as he could remember. It was like the desert had swallowed the old man up all those years ago. But the chip on his shoulder was lighter now. He had a girl, or maybe even the girl, and he was ready to give the callous bastard another chance. And if that meant riding into the middle of fucking nowhere to find him, then so be it. They both had some repenting to do. Like father like son, washing away their sins in a never-ending expanse of desert.
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