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It's a long drive from Los Angeles to Sedona, but when Raguel finds himself feeling oddly restless after a chase that leaves him near the California border, it seems a shame not to keep going.
He walks a bit, out of necessity, but hitchhikes most of the way, and when he runs out of rides he turns to other means. He can be resourceful when he needs to be, and people have a way of wanting to stay on his good side.
Still, it's fairly late in the afternoon when a dusty, white pickup rattles its way up the road and comes to a squeaky halt in front of Coyote's house. He gets out, feeling just a bit out of place, and stalls for a moment outside, looking at the surrounding houses. He's finally prodded toward the door by signs of life from the next-door neighbor's house. He'll never get this sorted out if the lady sees him and spends the next month grilling Coyote about her visitor.
He knocks a few times and waits, hoping the trees obscure him from view.
He walks a bit, out of necessity, but hitchhikes most of the way, and when he runs out of rides he turns to other means. He can be resourceful when he needs to be, and people have a way of wanting to stay on his good side.
Still, it's fairly late in the afternoon when a dusty, white pickup rattles its way up the road and comes to a squeaky halt in front of Coyote's house. He gets out, feeling just a bit out of place, and stalls for a moment outside, looking at the surrounding houses. He's finally prodded toward the door by signs of life from the next-door neighbor's house. He'll never get this sorted out if the lady sees him and spends the next month grilling Coyote about her visitor.
He knocks a few times and waits, hoping the trees obscure him from view.