Desert Angels

Five hundred miles of not-a-thing

Charli could have been called a “troubled child” growing up in New Mexico. But it’s the 80s and she’s all grown up. She intends to impose herself on the landscape, facing off against criminals, drug lords, gangs, bullies, roughnecks, abusers and other baddies who slip between the cracks in the law. How? By fighting fire with fire.

Also called “Charli’s Gang” before I settled on a series name.

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Bravo Charli

She wears black leather in the middle of the desert
’cause the desert ain’t a playground swing
She wants the touch of fire and the burn of rubber tires
and five hundred miles of not-a-thing

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