Borders of the Heart (2012)
“drove away from the lake on the main road. Mesquite trees and cottonwoods flailed at them as he veered toward a dirt lane that led past driveways of houses and farms. J. D. didn’t know where it ended, but he was sure it got them closer to the Slocum farm and his stash of cash, which was where they were headed. They couldn’t go back toward the Border Patrol.
He drove slowly so they wouldn’t trail a plume of dust. The end of the road wasn’t more than a path with ruts and rocks worn by the wind and cattle, an open range. J. D. parked behind a wooden Dead End sign.
“That’s not the best omen I’ve had all day,” he said, pointing.
“How far is it from here?” Maria said as she grabbed the water.
J. D. squinted into the sun. “I’d say about ten miles as the crow flies.”
“I wish I were a crow right now,” she said.
“You and me both.”
J. D. put the remaining food in Ernesto’s backpack and took the water from Maria.
“How long will it take?” she said.
“Never tried to walk it before.”
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