The Crossing

When Dwayne retired from Motorola we sold the house and spent a year driving the Caravan across the USA looking for the place we loved best. When we saw the ranch in Sasabe on the Sonoran border, we knew we’d found it. That was twenty years ago.

It was a year-round thing. They’d come through at night, parties of five or ten or twenty. Some men, but a lot of women and children. I got in the habit of setting out gallon jugs of water, packages of corn tortillas and cans of beans. Dwayne was furious when he found out.

 

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27 thoughts on “The Crossing

  1. Thank goodness for her compassion. At the last sentence, I wondered if your title was for those crossing the border, or a crossing in the marriage. Well done!

  2. Dwayne is a disappointment, but I think she knew him well, why else would she have hidden her compassion from him? Great story, compassion hurts no one.

  3. Imagine how many lives she might have saved with her generosity? Dwayne needs to see them as people, not pests then he might feel the same way she does. Lovely writing Josh

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