The Coast of Opportunity

A sun-scorched fable of ore and obsession, The Coast of Opportunity begins where the map frays into cactus and silence: Dick Bristow, laconic engineer with a surveyor’s eye and a card-shark’s pulse, stakes his life on a copper seam glowing like a fresh wound in the Sonoran dust. From the rail-side cantina to the echoing marble of Julian Marr’s bankrupt hacienda, every handshake hides a shackle; every notarized line of ink is a garrote. Marr, railroad baron turned custodian of his niece Janet’s patrimony, trades promises like counterfeit pesos, yet the land he barters is the very crucible of Janet’s orphaned girlhood. When Bristow’s survey pegs bite into the caliche, they uncork the metallic perfume of money, and Marr’s nostrils flare with the instinct of a carrion king. Overnight, the desert becomes a chessboard: steam-graded rail spurs versus hired pistoleros, ore cars versus bloodied kerchiefs. Janet, silk-gloved but flint-hearted, discovers that her signature—once a schoolroom flourish—now detonates dynasties. Kidnappers spirit Bristow into a canyon where shadows sharpen into knives; he escapes with a bullet’s kiss in his flank and crawls back to Marr’s iron-bound office just as the option clock tolls its final thud. In that sepulchral room, Janet steps from the periphery into the crossfire, voice trembling yet unbroken, forcing her uncle to honor the covenant. Copper changes hands, but so does desire: Janet and Bristow clasp a partnership soldered by trauma, the desert wind applauding with a hiss of alkali.