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Sam, Bev and B walked quietly and quickly along the ridge around to the far side of the border station. They stayed in the shadows of the Mesquite and Pallo Verde trees hoping to avoid detection from the armed guard below. Once they were aligned with the back of the building, Sam stopped, unloaded his pack and began to assemble gear and guns. He gave Bev a small pocketknife and a .22 pistol.
“Put the gun in your back waistband.” He demonstrated with his own, pulling his t-shirt over the butt of the gun.
Bev had shot a gun at a range, but never in self-defense. Sam sensed her hesitation.
“Have you fired a gun before?” he asked matter-of-factly, no judgement.
“Yes.” She handled the weapon and put it in her waistband. “Just never in a must kill situation.”
“You have ten shots in the
