“Just stop,” Jessica said while she held the gun on Jeb and tried to back into the bedroom. Jeb Saw the gun then his brother’s body. He smiled and said, “my brother didn’t trust the gun, so he never kept a round chambered.” Jeb turned and went for his Colt Python revolver on the table. He heard Jessica rack the slide then fire the gun. Blood sprayed across the table and his prize pistol. His left arm went numb. The gun had bucked in Jessica’s hand, and she almost dropped it. Jeb picked up the revolver as Jessica ran the High Point until it was empty. She dropped the gun and picked up the 22/45. Jeb turned around dropping his gun. She wasn’t sure if she hit him six or seven times, but he was still standing. He said, “no fucking High Point is going to fucking kill me, peach.” He saw the look in her eyes change and knew he said the wrong thing. Jessica emptied the Ruger into his face. Jeb fell to the floor. Jessica dropped her gun and locked the knife open stabbing him until he was a ruin of blood and flesh.
Jessica searched the trailer until she found some clothing that wasn’t covered in body odor and what smelled like piss and shit. She got dressed trying to take care with all her sore spots. She took Jeb’s keys, but she couldn’t get the truck started. Jeb had a kill switch that acted as a security device. Barefoot, she stepped out of the truck and went down the road. As she walked, the sun started to rise. Soon it would be too hot to be out in her condition. A horn honked, and a voice came out of a dark purple Dodge Caravan asking, “are you alright?” Jessica turned to see a woman in her mid to late thirties with two small children in the back and a teenager in the front. The woman saw Jessica was barefoot. The teenager in the front said, “mom that’s the girl the police are looking for.” Her first thought was the police found the dead men, and she was going to jail then she thought about her mother and father. She wondered if her father would be ashamed of her. The woman helped her into the back of the van. She put down a blanket to as she said, “keep the blood off my seats.” The two smaller children, as well as the teenager, stared at Jessica, the entire trip to the sheriff’s office.
Wendy went into the bedroom and carefully took the robe off pealing the double-stick tape she used to hold the robe open while keeping it from showing too much. She hoped her near nakedness would throw the feds off their intimidation game. She heard Cathy in the bathroom showering, and for a second, she thought about joining her than the thought of last night came and the need to vomit came back. She suppressed the vomit and went back to getting dressed. The news was talking about the three dead men in the trailer and the found girl. By noon the news was talking about charging the girl with murder. The national media was talking about gun control and the deaths of three men trying to protect the border. Around six in the evening, the FBI released a report linking the three men to multiple deaths across the border. By seven the national media was vilifying the Minutemen, ICE, the border patrol and the feds. Wendy knew that what this meant was the feds were leaving.
Ana sat in her room waiting for the doctor to come back and tell her how the latest surgery went. She sent Owen home to shower and sleep, but now she wished he was there. Her door opened, and a teenage girl walked in. Her face was battered and bruised with the look of something that put up a fight and just maybe lost. Jessica said, “I know you don’t know me. My name is Jessica Cassio, and I think we have something in common and just maybe I could help you.” Ana looked at the place where her left foot was and back to Jessica without saying a word. Jessica said, “I was taken by the same men, and they wanted to bury me in the desert. They killed my mother.” Ana stared at Jessica who went on saying, “I got a hold of a gun and I…… I……. I killed all three of them.” Ana just stared as Jessica came closer to the bed. Jessica tried to fight back the tears saying, “the tall one when I ran out of bullets I.” She mimed a stabbing motion. Ana grabbed Jessica and pulled her close. Soon the two women were hugging and crying. Ana whispered, “I’m sorry about your mother.” Jessica whispered back, “I’m sorry they didn’t suffer more.”
An hour after Jessica killed Jeb and made her way out to the highway, Andrew woke and opened his eyes. He couldn’t see much, and he couldn’t move his head. Something felt wrong with his head feeling like broken glass and something wet on his crotch. A thick drown foul-smelling liquid was running across the floor and hitting his face. He tried to move, but the shattered pieces of his skull made that movement torcher. He wasn’t sure why he was there and what they were doing. He could see someone else on the floor, and he knew he knew this person, but he couldn’t remember his name. The room started to go dark. He started to feel cold, and his breath became shallow. A small voice in the back of his head said, “your dying and you need help.” Andrew tried to stand, but he couldn’t get up. He passed out, and when he woke again, he felt like he was floating in a pool of stagnant water. He rolled over and felt the last pain of his life as a shard of bone cut into his brain. A voice said to him, “sucks to be you.”