Image Credit Kris Grogan/U.S. Customs and Border Protection/Flickr No one enters the Rio Grande, child or adult, except under the pitiless authority of the controlling cartel. Share
The two boys cried for help as soon as we came into sight.
It was a bit longer before we could hear them. Our small craft headed downriver along the hot Rio Grande at a deliberate and even leisurely pace because the engine noise at full power would provide too much warning to the cartel men manning this stretch of the south shore outside Reynosa. We wanted to see them, and they certainly saw us.
Men lounging next to fishing poles eyed us as we floated past and called in their reports. A man in a squalid migrant camp shooed away rooting hogs to light a signal fire in a trash pile. Another man followed us onshore for about a half-mile, hiding as best […]
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