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North of Cheyenne. Miguel said he knew an old friend from the Navy who set up a life around these parts. Just the sort of man I 'd need to help me get my hands on some items. I don 't know the lay of the land. All I had was a barely legible number written on a bar napkin. I pulled over to a phone box on the side of the road and called. A gruff voice, worn no doubt from years of that tobacco and Thai whiskey, answered. My name 's Jack. My friend Miguel said I could call you if I needed some... I paused ...supplies . He hung up on me. Miguel told me he might. I tried again and the phone rang interminably without getting picked up. I hung up and kept at it. Eventually I gave up. I smoked for a...