The Hundredth Meridian

ing to the train station. The driver wasrnnutbrown, as wide as he was tall. Hisrnsteel gray hair had been slicked straightrnback from the temples, and his face wasrncovered by wens. "Si, sefior. Y en Hermosillorntambien."rnIn the early morning light filtered byrnthe dust and smoke of the city the drabrnpublic . . .