Gabby
“We need to be armed at all times, but we can"t go marching into Mexico like some damned army,” I tell the group as we head into the armory. “We have to operate under the assumption that no one in Mexico is our friend, not even our supposed allies. No one will trust us, so let"s return the disfavor. We will receive help from certain cartels, but they"ll want us off their land as quickly as possible.”
No one argues with anything I"m saying. That"s a first.
My father put me in charge, because he knows I"m more likely to run toward a burning building than away from it. He also trusts that I don"t have a problem doing some of the things we might need to. How like him I have become.
“Lee, I need you to go to the kitchen to see about some provisions. Drew, go with him. Jeremy, you and
