We're in Indio. Not even daylight yet. Halogen lit empty acres of tarmac, sentinel palms.
La Migra has another Espanicio in the position over by their SUV.
Remember that polite little guy that gave me sanctuary after the crazy lady ran me off?
Him. That's who they got. Not a nicer guy on the bus.Maybe even because he knew he was vulnerable.
These guys are with CHP border service. They are bigger and more teutonic looking, better fed beef.
The feds last night looked at everybody's paperwork, and maybe they made a list and ran it, and voila, there goes homey. They were waiting for him when we pulled in...
Me, I'm tired, haven't really slept very much at all.
But I feel OK, sad is all.
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