“This is one of their rafts,” he said, pointing to a couple of stumps protruding from beneath a jumble of vines and bushes. He lifted some of the green with the barrel of his carbine and snapped on a flashlight. The raft was made from lightweight logs strapped securely together with plastic rope. It looked to be about six feet across and likely that long from what they could see. “It looks relatively new and the crossing is right up ahead just a little bit. I’m guessing we’ll get some action tonight.”
“So here’s how we’re gonna do this,” Sgt. Rea leaned on his pack and drew little diagrams in the mud near the crossing point. “If smugglers show up any time after dark, we lay chilly until they get ready to make a crossing. We want them out in the open and not back there in the bush where th
