Chapter One. The Dry Water The secret rivulet had vanished, the trickle of water that anchored their conspiracy to strike it rich and pay off their debts. Without irrigation, there was no crop. This desolate arroyo in the Anza-Borrego Desert, Luis Mata’s promised oasis, was a gouged scar in the gravel and sand. “The stream’s here—got to be,” Mata insisted, testing the dry creek bed with a bayonet. “The water’s underground, hiding close by. An earthquake shifted the flow. This rift zone fractures all…..