Chapter Fifty-Eight
“Push harder!”
The two men on the large wooden raft pushed toward shore as the sun peeked over the horizon. “You know, man, there are easier ways to get to South America,” one said.
“Just keep moving. Is that the village up ahead?”
“We must be careful coming into Colombia this way. Keep your papers with you, Señor.” The shorter Mexican used his oars to move the raft to shore.
The tall American jumped into the shallow water, wearing his dark shorts and sandals, and pulled the raft the rest of the way to the rocky shore. In the early morning dawn, the orange and yellow colors flashed as the sun peeked over the horizon. The red-haired man with the light beard from several unshaven days grabbed his knapsack and tossed it over his shoulder. “This village have any women?
