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he border crossing at Reynosa was easier and a lot dryer for Shake and Mike than the last one headed in the opposite direction. They drew barely a glance from the Mexicans but had to endure a thorough shake down of the camper on the American side. Carlotta dropped them off at Joaquin’s house where she took the opportunity during their goodbyes to give Shake’s butt a last little squeeze.
“If your lady tosses you out one of these days,” she whispered in his ear, “you got a place with me.” She refused a nightcap and drove off to take Manny Chavez home. Shake and Mike had a little of the good bourbon and branch in front of a mesquite fire, but there was only cursory conversation over the whiskey. Everyone felt a little foolish. Even Joaquin Sutler, the retired Texas Ranger who had b
