A simple one-day journey of four young executives
after a boring week of Texas meetings turns into
Battling for the Bull Horns
Escaping from Naked Teens
Dodging Drug Lord Machine Guns
One of the Mexican soldiers yelled something at the other that I couldn’t understand. He then stopped, got down on one knee, and was in the firing position, aiming directly at us. Jerry had come out of the old house by this time, hands up, and joined Don and me, already shaking. The other soldier rushed up to George, motioning with his gun. George carefully raised his hands—maybe for the last time.