The prison van made a right turn from the main drive along the front of the USP onto a narrow strip of blacktop that ran the length of the prison. More fencing, razor wire and that giant concrete wall stretched out into the Kansas prairie. The open plain beyond the thin strip of blacktop we were driving down put the immensity of the penitentiary into perspective. A grassland field disappeared over a ridge at the far left rear corner of the prison, dropping off toward the Missouri River Valley below.
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