TRUTH BE TOLD, I wasn’t completely sure about anything since two days prior, when it all started. I was driving through a small town five miles west of San Antonio, Texas. It was a sunny and comfortable afternoon, and I had just finished gassing up my black Dodge Viper GTS when I heard a faint grunt. I walked to the opposite side of the empty gas station and saw a group of men tussling in the dirt near the back of the station. My gut told me to go back to my car and leave, because given my history, my good deeds usually cost me a day or even a week of headache. Going against my better judgment, I walked across the pavement and onto the dry grainy dirt where three men stood in front of me. Two on one side, and one on the other, all with their fists raised. The two standing together looked s
