On the rise at the edge of Jal a herd of steel cattle stands against the sky — the first thing most people see coming into town and the last thing they see leaving. CIG Logistics Jal Yard mows and trims in that far southeast corner of New Mexico, where the mesquite flats run out to the Texas line and nothing interrupts the horizon. Edging gives a yard its outline out here, because without a firm one the sand starts taking ground back immediately. Cleanups deal with whatever the wind stacks against anything that stands still. Come nightfall the stars over Jal are ridiculous, and a lawn cut that afternoon still looks sharp underneath them.