Lupe was having second thoughts as he and Paco wrestled the full 45-gallon oil drum onto his skiff. The barrel went on too close to the bow, lifting the stern out of the water, the propeller made impotent and stark in the moonlight flickering over the slight waves. He would be caught, he was sure. Everyone in his village knew that he had returned from the fuel depot in Buscerias with the oil, spending such... read more →