They make it to the other side.

The sun was slowly setting, making the hills look like great shadowy beasts in the evening, when the Coyote walked between the sleeping emigrants, rousing them from their uncomfortable slumbers.

The child started to cry again, and, like all the other times, his mother adopted a worried face of deathly significance.  Her eyes welled  with tears with the thought that her child might be the death of them all.  She did her best to sooth the child and muffle his cries.  Cuauhtémoc peered at them through his dry and tired eyes; he wished he could help, even if it meant rocking the child in his own arms.

"Everyone up." The Coyote was blunt; almost uncaring.  Cuauhtémoc often wondered why the Coyote was doing it; the money that the fourteen of them had given him for passage couldn't nearly be enough for him to risk his neck to get them free.  Cuauhtémoc had his suspicions about him.  He promised himself that if anything went wrong; if any of them died, the Coyote would pay.  Cuauhtémoc glanced over at the boy again, in his mother's arms.  The Coyote would pay.

"C'mon, everyone up!  We need to get ready." The Coyote blared at them again.

They spent the next hour listening to the Coyote going over the plan.  They had to remember the positions, to avoid the cameras as much as possible.  They had to remember where the traps would be, the ones in which there was no hope of ever getting out of once they fell victim to them.  And they had to remember where the sensors were, the sensors that would unleash The Spiders which would rain death upon them all. 

The Coyote told them that, although getting across the border was the hardest part, it didn't mean they were in the clear, not by a long shot.  There was danger after danger on the other side that wouldn't let up until they had managed to cross the mountains. 

Everyone was quiet as they listened to the Coyote but Cuauhtémoc could hear their fear; their regret.  He gulped back a lump of uncertainty himself.  He pushed his anxiety out of his mind and put every ounce of confidence he had into himself and the others.

The night was full now, darkness covering them all. 

Let's do this, Cuauhtémoc thought triumphantly.

The End

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