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Land Management pulls up, asking about hiring a cameraman for a wild-horse roundup a few miles north in the Calico Mountains.”
    â€œWild horses?” Miranda instantly perked up. “Are you for real?”
    â€œSure am, but don’t get too excited. It seems the company they contract with to gather the horses is involved in a court battle with animal rights activists. Long story short, the activists got a court mandate to video the roundup. Kent asked a few questions about the job, but then turned the guy down with a laugh when he heard the pay he was offering.”
    â€œHow much?” Miranda asked, her interest piqued. The location alone would be a cinematographer’s dream.
    â€œThe guy said he needed a camera for two days but offered only five hundred bucks for the entire job. Nonnegotiable. Said it’s some government deal. Kent countered that he needed two hundred an hour plus expenses. If you’re willing to work cheap, they might still be looking. He said there’s a hold on the roundup until they’ve hired someone.”
    â€œAre you kidding me?” Miranda squealed. “I’m all over this. Please tell me you have a contact number for this guy.”
    â€œI don’t,” Lexi replied. “But I can call Kent and see if he got the name and number.”
    â€œCan you call now?” Miranda almost pleaded. “I’ll owe you forever for this, Lexi. I’m giddy just thinking about the possibilities.”
    â€œDo you know anything about wild horses?” Lexi asked.
    â€œWell…no. Not really,” Miranda admitted. “But I do know a bit about domestic ones. My grandparents raised cattle in Montana. I used to spend all my summers with them. They are actually how I got interested in filmmaking. It was my grandpa who bought me my first camera. He and my Grandma, Jo-Jo, are the only people who ever encouraged my dream of filmmaking. I really want to do this job, Lex. I owe it to them as much as to myself. This is finally something worthwhile, and what’s it really going to cost me but my time?”
    â€œHow about your job?” Lexi shot back. “What are you going to do about work? Call in sick?”
    Miranda’s stomach knotted—she hadn’t even thought about that part. “I’d rather just ask for some personal time off.”
    â€œWithout notice, Bibi might very well say no,” Lexi countered.
    â€œThen I’ll have to take my chances. I may never get another opportunity like this.”
    â€œThink carefully, sweets. Bibi Newman has a ton of clout in this town. Cross her, and you might never find work again.”
    Miranda jutted her chin. “I don’t care, Lex. Making films is what I came out here to do, and I’m damned well going to do it…or die trying.” She just hoped it wouldn’t be dying of dehydration in the middle of the Black Rock Desert.
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    Calico Mountains, Northwestern Nevada
    Driving out to Nevada a few days ahead of the crew, Keith sought out the local ranchers and inquired after the location of the horses and the water sources. After making camp on the Donnelly Flat, he set out on horseback to scale Donnelly Peak and get a better lay of the land.
    Cresting the barren butte, he scanned the equally desolate horizon, devoid of all vegetation but clusters of cactus and scattered thickets of sage. It had been years since he’d spent any time alone in the desert. He’d once loved it, but now the landscape felt as arid and bleak as his own soul.
    Tonya had been right when she’d said he’d been “performing” for so long that he’d lost himself. If he was ever going to get his life back together, he needed to leave the rez. She was also right that his only true option was to try to salvage what little remained of his tattered reputation. At least there were people who knew him from before. Maybe Mitch and Beth West didn’t approve of