Morenci, Arizona stretched its tired arms and exhaled a century of sin.
She was now weighing the pros and cons of vengeance. She was cottoning to the thrust of a vendetta, so gorgeously refined over the centuries in Corsica, a brittle land not unlike the American West.
Would her vengeance be judged by a justice system, by her gods or by forces altogether different, perhaps forces beyond her ability to comprehend?
Clearly, the government had allowed all this to happen. She knew the bureaucrats looked the other way. They cheered on frackers with the zeal of a fevered sports fan.
Was this assault on the land an evil she should fight?
If violence and vengeance are each essentially evil, when aimed against evil do they turn into something good?
She figured that vengeance is akin to water, sometimes ice and sometimes steam
