They left the car, trekking into the scrub brush. They were outnumbered and outgunned, but they had one thing the new bosses didn't—they knew the terrain, and they knew the rules of the frontera . The unwritten laws. The brutal, unforgiving code that dictated if you didn't hold the ground, the ground buried you.
As the sun began to dip, casting long, bloody shadows across the desert, Art knew he might not make it back to see his grandchildren in Virginia. He might end up just another skeleton in a hidden grave, forgotten by everyone except the vultures. Don Winslow La Frontera epub
Because as long as he was breathing, there was still a line in the dirt. And he was standing on it. They left the car, trekking into the scrub brush