Veil of Civility

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Juan Izek Ramirez unscrewed the cap on the two liter thermos and splashed warm water onto his face, washing away a thick layer of dirt. He took a quick sip before handing the bottle to his son, Ignacio, who did the same before turning with his father to face the twelve men behind them.

"Señores, we are almost there," Juan said. "Now is when we must be the most careful. If you need water or a brief rest now is the time. Once we cross, we will not be able to stop until we meet your friends."

As soon as he'd seen these men, Juan's gut feeling had been to run; something about them scared him. In the end his common sense had won out over his fear. Had he followed his gut, he'd have had to explain to the men who'd hired him why he'd run, then face the punishment, which was not a pleasant thought since he was certain they were members of one of the many cartels active in the area. Instead, he'd decided to fulfill the terms of his employment and guide the men fourteen miles across the Goldwater Bombing Range to State Route 195, just south of Yuma, Arizona. There someone would be waiting to take them on into the city, at which point Juan hoped he'd never see them again.

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