24 HOURS SOUTH OF THE BORDER (MEXICO 1986)
Five uniformed Federales marched up the beach in our direction, eyes locked forward, guns in readied positions.
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Five uniformed Federales marched up the beach in our direction, eyes locked forward, guns in readied positions.
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We could feel the radiance of the burning pyres nearly a hundred feet away. Woody fuel crackled...
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Balancing atop the wobbly step-stool, hefting a brimming watering can upward with my quavering...
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“Did you bring the Dramamine?” Chris dug into his backpack, rummaged around, then looked up...
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“Return to your seats!” the forward flight attendant yelled over the intercom. “NOW!—please!” she...
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“Crack!” A rock the size of a bread loaf bounced off a ledge above, whizzed by my head, spun right...
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