The Devil’s Highway is the nickname for a sun-blasted stretch of desert that runs from Mexico to Arizona, a rocky wasteland teeming with scorpions, rattlesnakes and seismic listening devices planted by the United States border service in order to monitor human traffic. In the desert, temperatures vacillate 50 degrees between sunset and sunrise, alternately scalding and freezing exposed flesh. Bandits and automated aerial drones roam above and below, looking for unlucky strays to prey upon. Now, something worse has begun to prowl The Devil’s Highway, something that bays gutturally at the fattening moon, and yet walks upright…
Posted by Trevor Parker
Dec 22, 2010