Vultures are circling some carcass a few meters off the highway. Each city along this route from Culiacán to Hermosillo is topping some violent crime chart; if miles of sand didn’t stand between them, the road would be a blood-red river flowing North, to the border. An old man sits outside the toll booth and shakes a cut-open milk carton at the passing cars to collect tolls—the penalty for not paying is a muttered curse on your life. Considering the […] The post Sight Line first appear...
