He’d carried a badge for so long, been in a position of authority for so many years. Now, here, he was just a regular guy – an average Joe. The fact that he was about to commit a series of crimes added to the peculiar sensations running through his mind. For the Nth time, he reconsidered his plan. Wouldn’t it be easier to sneak across to Mexico via a small boat? He was sure such craft could be rented in Brownsville. But I don’t know how to pilot a boat, he reasoned. Perhaps hiking across the border from Texas would be the smarter option? No, he came to the same mental conclusion. Since the massacre and outbreak of civil war, the line between Texas and Mexico is now an armed camp. The military is shooting first, asking questions later. I don’t blame them. After a long goodbye, he’d watched Cheyenne amble away in her dad’s truck. Standing at the trailhead, he’d wondered if he would ever see her again.
