But if I were you, I’d think it over. —LOOSELY TRANSLATED FROM A SIGN POSTED ALONG A TRAIL IN THE SIERRA MADRE THE POLICE DEPUTY, FOR REASONS HE KEPT TO HIMSELF, chose not to pursue the matter, and shortly afterward one of his men appeared at the door with Sam and Greg’s guns, and the household heard no more of it. Nevertheless, George and Ramón questioned the wisdom of continuing to use the landing strip at Punta de Mita. Perhaps it was time to shift the landings to a different airfield, one far away, in another state and jurisdiction. Given their run-in, it might be even better to seek out another connection altogether, and eventually move the whole operation out of Puerto Vallarta. It was at this juncture that Ramón introduced George to a colleague of his named Cosme, who supplied marijuana out of Mazatlán. Located 270 miles up the coast from Puerto Vallarta and two states away in Sinaloa, Mazatlán featured the same palm-lined beaches and strips of hotels, but it was three times the size, a real port city.
