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Border Patrol

Ed would’ve quit job if he’d had one to jump in pickup high on four big wheels and speed down here to stop millions of illegal aliens from invading country and committing crimes, devouring welfare and health care, and overcrowding classrooms. Those people had also destroyed integrity on building sites, jabbering in Spanish before stealing job for nonunion wages and destroying marriage. It was time Ed holstered pistol, clutched rifle, and aimed binoculars.

He saw big desert and little else three straight days and this afternoon tried
to find tree whose nonexistence prompted him to drive around downshifting and cursing hour before found one already shading three other patriots who welcomed him and agreed it aggravating they’d seen no one but each other. After recovering they mounted two big trucks and began to search, knowing out there illegals were hiding behind cactuses, far side of sand dunes, and under tumbleweeds, waiting to flee.

Patriots would’ve been stressed but cracked some beers and in Ed’s truck listened to Hank Williams, Jr., king of Monday Night Football. Ed’s sidekick checked map and noted place highlighted as hot and motioned other guys to follow. Once there they parked at base of hill they circled, finding worn jackets, tattered paper, and other trash. Tiptoeing back just over hill they sat among bushes.

“This is it,” said Ed, feeling ready for big buck to run by. They ate sandwiches and sipped beers and told stories till late night when Bill said, “Goddamn, ain’t shit out here,” and Joe waved quiet before steps and voices activated big flashlights and they swarmed down hill toward three running people. Ed fired warning shot but aliens kept running, so other hunters started real shooting and man went down and other two stopped, pointing hands at stars.

Two patriots checked calf wound, which wasn’t serious, and one on each shoulder they helped man limp to truck while Ed and Joe at gunpoint brought other two in.

“Joe, you and Jim get in back of Bill’s truck and keep eye on these folks. I’ll follow and take the lady to jail.”

Lead truck fired several miles sand into Ed’s headlights and windshield before he said knew better way and pointed ninety degrees away from lead truck.

“Tu casa?” she asked.

“Just to clean you up.”

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