She fumbled in desperation for the controls to the air conditioner, banging a fist to the top of the dash, when nothing but smoky air sputtered out, at the same time trying to keep an eye on the was one lane dirt road winding down into the canyon. The radio crackled and she jumped. Shoot! The faded voice of the dispatcher came over the line.

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