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[un_fallen]

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

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[howling_laugh]

There's a flicker of movement in one of the windows, Coyote's cat looking out at the visitor. She vanishes into the house, and moments later, the door opens.

Coyote, resplendent in clay spattered clothes and with a cigarette in her mouth, blinks.

"Raguel."

[un_fallen]

"Hi," he says awkwardly, trying to remember the details of why, exactly, he's here. It had seemed logical in his head, during the trip.

"Did I come at a bad time?"

[howling_laugh]

"I do not believe there is such a thing. Not when it comes to visitors."

She gestures with one hand. "Come inside, unless it is a bad time for you."

[un_fallen]

He follows her in gratefully, in time to hear the neighbor's door slam.

"Working today?" he asks, taking in her clay-covered clothes. He can feel the cat watching their progress from the back of a chair.