The shop was closed with a good day in sales. Ana went out back to put some trash in a dumpster when something struck her from behind. The lights went dim as pain exploded in her head. She could see flashes of light and what could have been people. She could feel someone taping her hands behind her and carrying her over what hat to be a man’s shoulder. As the world came back into focus, she could see desert camo. The third man from that morning said, “hold on she’s starting to wake.” He struck her across the face putting her lights out. At first, all she could do was take in the scent of body odor, chewing tobacco, beer and some sort of rot. There was also an unbelievable pain. Her hands were taped to some sort of rail. Her face throbbed, and she felt cold as she was raped by the man called Jeb. He whispered into her ear, “who’s the asshole now spick.” His breath was worse than the foulest nastiest vomit covered bathrooms from when she was a maid in her father’s hotel. Jeb spasmed then came inside her. One of the others said, “we’ll need to bury her deep so no one will find her and all that DNA.” Ana’s vision slowly returned, and she saw she was naked and covered in something whitish and sticky. Off in the distance, she could hear someone digging in the sand and packed earth. The third man said, “my turn then we plant her.” Jeb asked her, “I wonder what will grow when we plant you?”
When the third man was finished, Jeb cut the tape and struck Ana across the face again. She felt something break. He picked her up and put her in a hole about three feet deep. The second man said, “no asshole I said deep.” Jeb turned with an angry look on his face and said, “then you dig the whole motherfucker.” Jeb unhooked his fly and pissed into the makeshift grave onto Ana. He pulled out her pink Glock and fired the gun dry into the hole. At first, she didn’t feel a thing but almost all at once she felt like she had been punched all over. The third man started to dump dirt into the hole. Ana tried to cover her mouth to keep the sand and soil out. The men took turns with the shovel until the hole was a human-shaped mound. Jed turned to the second man and said, “we should back the truck over her to level the dirt.” The second man replied, “no we need to get the fuck out of here.” The third man packed the shovel saying, “we planted a lot of these illegal wetbacks in the last couple of months. Why does this one bother you?” Jed replied, “I didn’t like the way she spoke to me. Bitch needed to learn her place.”
When Ana didn’t come back in from the trash, Owen went out and saw she was gone. He found some blood and the empty cardboard roll from a roll of duct tape. Within the hour everyone was out looking for her as well as three men in desert camo in a pickup truck. They soon found out that looking for the men was like looking for a needle in a haystack or an individual redneck at a NASCAR event. The only thing they had to go on was the fact that the guys they were looking for had made their own logos and were unaffiliated with the large Minuteman group. One man in something akin to a Russian desert uniform said, “yeah those guys don’t get why we are here. They think it's about keeping out darkies but what we want is safety for our children.” Later Cathy sarcastically whispered to Wendy, “no that guy wasn’t racist at all. Nope, that was one upstanding American hero.” Wendy didn’t answer, she turned up the police scanner and drove on. About 9am a call went across the scanner for an ambulance along the highway. Someone found a woman near death.
Ana didn’t know how long it had been since the three left. It could have been four hours or four days. She started to lose all the feeling of pain. She also knew that this was a bad sign. When Jeb tossed her clothing at her, he hit her in the chest with her jeans not knowing she had a small folding knife in her pocket. Using the knife and her hands she dug her way out of her shallow grave. As she dug, she could feel the pain returning. Her jeans had been cut away along with her shirt. She did her best to cover herself with the ripped and cut clothing. The sun was coming up, and Ana knew she had to find help, so she tried to stand when the world spun and nearly faded. The pain went from unbearable to the worse pain she had ever felt. Looking herself over she found a hole in her lower left leg and possibly a broken leg. She had another hole in her pelvis and another in her upper left thigh. She tried to laugh about how he emptied her gun at her only hitting her three times. She rolled over and saw the road. As she did a flash about what happened that night and what they did to her. The view of the road changed as she went back down to the ground. Lying on her side, she saw something coming and thought they were coming back. On the top of the oncoming vehicle were red and blue flashing lights.