Jessica heard something to her left near a hole that was closed with duct tape and cardboard. In that hole was one of the most handsome Hispanic men she had ever seen. He said something in Spanish, but she didn’t know the language. Using her knees and elbows, Jessica fought her way to the hole. The man said something else in Spanish putting his hand through the hole and cupping her cheek. He saw she didn’t understand so he said in English, “if things were different then we would help, but we are here to kill Americans.” He pulled his hand back and placed a rapid-release folding knife and a Ruger 22/45 semiautomatic handgun into the hole and said, “show them who you are.” Jessica’s father had this same gun, and he showed her how to shoot. She checked the gun finding ten rounds of copper plated hollow point 22s. She got to her feet despite the pain in her head and the pain from what he was doing to her. Her shirt was gone, and her pants and underwear were stained with blood. She put the gun at her side and the knife in her left hand and waited for them to come to her.
Ricky watched Jeb walk out of the room then the trailer. They had always shared in the women and girls they took or what they call the strange. Now, this girl was getting in the way. Jeb went to the truck giving Ricky his chance to take what he saw as his right. He said, “it's better to say sorry than ask for permission.” He unhooked his belt and went to the door. He found the girl standing near a table. Her shirt was gone. Ricky stared at her young breasts with the bruises and bite marks from Jeb as well as something in her hand. Jessica brought up her hand and fired twice. The first round struck Ricky in the cheek then the second went through his eye. He smiled then fell to the floor twitching. Jeb heard the rounds but just stopped and waited to hear if there were any other sounds. Andrew ran into the room and two rounds right to his forehead. He fell back onto the door jamb as his bowels let go giving off a foul smell. He fell away as Jeb came back into the trailer. Jessica dropped the 22 and picked up Andrew’s 9mm High Point. Jeb went for his gun on the table when Jessica said, “stop.”
Wendy sat in her office drinking a cup of detox tea while reading the news feeds trying to find out what happened last night. She could remember opening the bottle of agave moonshine then something about a shower, but the rest was a blur. The news talked about the search as well as a new presence on the border. Her phone rang with a picture from the front was of a police car and a black SUV. Wendy turned to the AK47 on her wall and smiled. A knock at the door was the sheriff and two men in dark suits. Wendy opened the door. She was wearing an open robe with a pair of short pajama bottoms and no top with the robe just covering her breasts. The sheriff smiled as the FBI agents backed away a little. “Wendy, these agents want to see that AK I sold you,” the sheriff said while trying to fight the urge to laugh. One of the agents said, “yes but if you need to get dressed, we can wait.” Wendy put her hand on her hip showing a little more of her left breast and said, “gentlemen I don’t have all day so lets just cut to the chase and show you the gun.”
On the walk to her office, the sheriff asked, “so when was the last time you fired the gun?” Wendy fought back a smile and said, “I never fired the gun.” One of the agents said, “we need to take it for testing.” The sheriff shook his head and said, “they don’t have a warrant but.” Wendy put up her hand interrupting him and said, “not an issue. I just think any ballistic testing will be difficult.” On her wall was a replica of the join or die flag made from wood with the eight parts of the snake represented by the AK47 chopped into eight pieces of the gun with the stock as the tail and the first three inches of barrel as the head. Wendy said, “I chopped up every gun I came across…... well almost. I did keep this little 38 as well as a few I bought.” One other agent stepped out of the office and looked around finding more artwork made from gun parts. The first agent said, “we won’t take any more of your chest.” The other agent said, “time…. He meant time.” The sheriff turned to Wendy, smiled and said, “it’s always a delight.” At the door a call went out on the sheriff’s radio, “sheriff they found her.”