![]() ![]() Snowstorms weren’t uncommon in New Mexico, especially in the more mountainous regions, but Sun had been hoping for, well, sun her first day on the job. The snow had stopped last night, but it had restarted with the first rays of dawn. She eyed the cup suspiciously and took another sip before looking out the kitchen window toward the trees in the distance. Beaten and buried them in the dirt of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains.Įither Jose Cuervo had lied to her last night and given her a false sense of security, or her morning cup of joe was affecting her more than she thought possible. her last hurrah before the town became her responsibility-she thought she’d conquered her fears. Was she having second thoughts? Now? After all the hubbub and hoopla of winning an election she hadn’t even entered?īut after her night of debauchery-a.k.a. ![]() The town that held more secrets than a politician’s wife. Sunshine Vicram pushed down the dread and sticky knot of angst in her chest and wondered, yet again, if she were ready to be sheriff of a town even the locals called the Psych Ward. ![]()
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