The larger man, nearest Marsha, stopped on the other side of the cooler. Four feet separated them with the cooler between them. He pulled a knife. It was a throw away knife. Use it at a crime scene then throw it away. The kind of knife that could be bought almost at any store for around five bucks. It was commonly called a butcher knife. Its ten-inch blade could be used for slicing, hacking or stabbing.
He pointed it at Marsha and grinned. His mouth was full of gold teeth. Marsha said, “Are those yours or did you steal them too?” Marsha knew what the men were. MS-13 g**g members from El Salvador. There were thousands of them in the United States. They were feared because of their viciousness. This was the first time Marsha had encountered one of them in Wyoming.
The man with the knife wa
