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La Chose dans la Vallée de la Mort

The Thing in Death Valley

We had left Las Vegas and the Golden Nugget around 2 a.m. after half a night of frantic gambling: I had won a ten- dollar silver coin at my fourth attempt on a slot machine and I thought that it was time for me to stop. After that, I had danced from one foot to the other in front of a black-jack or a roulette table not daring to take a chance with the least of my remaining one hundred dollars. The three others had encountered various fortunes, that is they had lost more or less money. Around one in the morning, a kind of a tacit agreement appeared when we had found ourselves wandering under the gigantic light-up cow boy who was dancing above the casino main entrance. Another hour of hesitation and, to conclude this night of madness, we had decided to go back to the Chevrolet waiting in the parking lot.

It was my turn to drive. For one hour or two, we went North-West, towards Death Valley. Under the white light of the hi-beams, the concrete of US 95 had Continuer la lecture de The Thing in Death Valley →