The lion bolted-because something had bolted from the tree line. Bode looked up from the scope then back through the scope. He found the something in the cross hairs… only it wasn't a something… it was a someone… a young barefooted girl, her short dress ripped and torn, her face filled with fright, running across the open range.
"What's she doing out here?" Jim Bob said, the binoculars still to his face.
"Hauling ass," Bode said. "Like someone's after her."
"Someone is."
Bode swung the scope off the girl to three men on dirt bikes riding hard and fast behind her. After her. Chasing her as if they meant to catch her. The girl glanced back but kept running as if her life depended on it. But she wasn't fast enough. The men ran her to ground. They stopped and dropped the bikes then surrounded the girl. They looked Mexican and mean. They kicked the girl, grabbed her hair and yanked her up, then slapped her face, knocking her back down to the ground.
"Bad hombres, " Jim Bob said.
"She's just a kid."
The men now pointed guns at her. She held her hands up, pleading to them.
" Shit. They're gonna kill her."
Bode put his finger on the trigger.
"Not on my watch."
He aimed center mass and fired four times.
The doctor's assistant screamed-"Aah!" — and grabbed at her heart when she entered the clinic. She recoiled from the rattlesnake hanging by the door.
"Where did this serpiente come from?"
"Inez," Jesse said, "this is Senora Byrne. She killed the snake, with a shovel. She is a very skilled snake-killer. And nurse. She will be working with us. She is Irish."
Inez Quintanilla was a pretty young Latina about Becca's age. She wore too much make-up and perfume, she smacked her gum, and she seemed amused. She regarded the snake and then Lindsay.
"Why?"
"I didn't want the snake to hurt the children."
Lindsay spoke in her Irish accent.
"No. Why does an Anglo want to work here, in the colonias? "
"I want to care for the people."
Now Inez was more than amused.
"No one cares about us."
Inez maintained eye contact with Lindsay for a long moment then dropped her eyes to Lindsay's pink Crocs.
"I like your shoes."
They rode the horses down to the barefooted girl. Bode, Jim Bob, and Hank dismounted; Manuel held the reins. The girl sobbed hysterically on the ground and spoke fast in Spanish.
"?No me mate!?No me mate! "
"You killed them, Governor," Hank said.
Hank kicked the three men just to make sure they were dead. They were. The first one had a hole the size of a fist in his chest. The second one had returned fire, but they were out of range for his handgun; Bode had shot him in the chest as well. The third one had cut and run; Bode had shot him in the back. Twice. The blue grama grass turned red with the men's blood.
"Mexicans," Hank said. "Check out those tattoos. Gotta be a drug gang."
"What the hell are they doing out here?"
"Ask her," Jim Bob said.
"Like I know Spanish." Bode turned to Manuel to get him to translate. "Manuel-"
Manuel dropped the reins to their horses. He stared down at the dead bodies. When he looked back up at Bode, his expression had changed. In a quick movement, he yanked his reins then kicked his horse and galloped away as if the Border Patrol were chasing him.
"Manuel!"
Bode turned back.
"Think he knows something we don't?" Jim Bob said.
Bode pulled his Colt six-shooter and scanned the valley. There might be a more desolate place on the planet, but you'd have to search for it.
"Keep an eye out, Hank."
Hank drew his handgun. Bode squatted next to the girl and touched her shoulder. She now turned her face to him. She was in fact just a kid.
"?Mas hombres? "
She shook her head.
" No. No mas. "
"What's your name?" Her face was blank."?Nombre? "
"Josefina."
Bode had exhausted his Spanish skills.
"What are you doing here?"
She shook her head again. " No habla. "
Bode tried to recall Lindsay's Spanish.
"?Que… usted… aqui? "
She jumped up and headed toward the tree line. She gestured for them to follow.
" Vengan. "
She led them into the trees and across a shallow spring creek and deep into a pine forest. Bode kept a keen eye out and his gun drawn, in case she was leading them into a trap. She wasn't. She led them into a clearing. They stopped and stared.
"Well, I'll be damned," Jim Bob said.
Stretched out in front of them were neat rows of green leafy plants standing fifteen feet tall. Dozens of rows. Thousands of plants. A farm.
"Marijuana," Hank said.
The girl nodded. " Si. Marihuana. Narcotraficantes. " She then called out, as if to the plants themselves: "?Salgan!?Ya estamos a salvo! "
Brown faces slowly emerged from among the plants.
"Viagra?"
The doctor's assistant held up a carton of the medicine. Lindsay and Inez were unpacking the boxes El Diablo had brought the day before and stocking the shelves. Jesse was working at his desk on the other side of the clinic. He now looked up with a smile.
"Erectile dysfunction, that is certainly not a problem in the colonias."
"All this was donated?" Inez said.
"Yes. From, uh… from Houston."
"That reporter, Kikki, she had the hots for you, Doctor."
Lindsay glanced at Jesse; he shrugged innocently. Lindsay turned back; Inez had caught their interplay.
"So, Senora," Inez said in a low voice, "the wedding ring-you are married?"
"Yes."
"That is a very unusual ring. May I look at it?"
Lindsay removed her wedding ring for the first time in twenty-two years. She placed it in Inez's open palm. The ring was one of a matched set handmade by James Avery in Kerrville, just up the road from the Bonner Ranch outside Comfort. The ring had two separate bands, one gold, one silver, with the ends twisted together to form a knot. A lovers' knot.
"It is beautiful," Inez said. "I dream of one day having such a ring. And a husband who will take me beyond the wall."
She handed the ring back to Lindsay, reluctantly it seemed.
"So, Senora, why are you not with your husband?"
"We're separated."
"But you still wear your wedding ring?"
"I'm still married."
"Does the doctor know this?"
"We got an all-points bulletin out on Manuel Moreno," DEA Agent Rey Gonzales said. "He must've been the inside man on this operation. Mexican cartels, they're setting up these farms in isolated areas-national and state parks, Indian reservations, remote ranches-from here to California. They send men north to grow the dope here, so they don't have to smuggle it across the border. The men live on the land, tend the plants, harvest and ship to the dealers. Low overhead, high profits, so to speak."
Hank had called in the Feds on the satellite phone. Federal agents from El Paso had arrived in helicopters and now swarmed the scene in black and blue windbreakers with white and yellow letters identifying their agencies: FBI… DEA… ICE… DHS. Federal Bureau of Investigation. Drug Enforcement Agency. Immigration and Customs Enforcement. Department of Homeland Security. Plus DPS troopers, Texas Rangers, and the Jeff Davis County Sheriff. They interviewed the Mexican children, took photos and collected evidence, examined the dead men, chopped and stacked the plants, and gathered a cache of high-powered weapons.