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Most of those people, save Kevin and Martin, I never saw again. Sue Mercer was part of the permanently vanished bunch. She was the red-headed Pentecostal girl from Minnesota living among the drifter-degenerates that squatted about town. She was fascinated by God and the mountains surrounding Wells.
She talked about infinite variation in the ridges and individual grains of sand and how there were billions of burning stars no one had ever seen. We were deeply in love, inhaling nasally, for a couple days.
It ended as quickly as it began one yellow desert morning. The morning she saw a harbinger of Christ at the Burger King. Harbingers will do that. Donna's Ranch, a whore house in Wells, Nevada.
All photos by Daniel C. The first time I stopped in Wells I was out of gas and money. After that, I drove in for days at a time, for a free roof. There are at least 20 abandoned brick-and-particle-board houses along the main drag with a broken window, or a hinge-less pine door you can move to the side.
More than half of them have a working sink and toilet. I went in to see what the inside of a whore house looked like. Televisions were on in the rooms that lined the long, skinny hallway behind the bar.