Dances with Snakes by Horacio Castellanos Moya:
I continued to wade through the ford until I found a path covered with enough vegetation for me to risk it.
The police were setting cars on fire indiscriminately. It was the only explanation for the thundering noise and the blaze. The helicopters were still in position, flying low and lighting up the scrapyard, the vacant lot, and the ravine.
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