When you live on a ranch near the border, you get a lot of unexpected visitors.

They will try to take things.

Some of leave enough out to help them to get down the road without breaking in to take more.

We open our doors every night and hold a dinner for everyone coming here.

Plenty of bunk beds in the barn.

The next morning, after the poison’s done its work, we bury the bodies out back.

The sheriff comes by now and then.

All he wants is his share of the money we find.

It pays for more poison.