We’d eaten a slight lunch outside Yuma and now he said he was hungry for a good steak. ‘Only thing is these truck stops ain’t got big enough steaks to suit me.’ ‘Well you just park your truck up one of these Tucson supermarkets on the highway and I’ll buy a two-inch thick T-bone and we’ll stop in the desert and I’ll light a fire and broil you the greatest steak of your life.’ He didn’t really believe it but I did it. Outside the lights of Tucson in a flaming red dusk over the desert, he stopped and I lit a fire with mesquite branches, adding bigger branches and logs later, as it got dark, and
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