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The Insect Woman
The sun had finally risen, scattering the cold haze and bringing with it an air
of irrational optimism, an unreasonable expectation.
"You know," the giant said, pointing at the barrier, "in the old days this place was full of
people. Some went north, some went south and some went nowhere; just helping stuff
smugglers. Even those are having second thoughts after I caught two of them
sneaking past my post with stolen diamond."
He pointed to a gnarled, old thorn tree about two hundred yards away.
"They are buried over there," he said, “where they fell trying to dodge my bullets."
Two piles of rocks marked the smugglers’ final resting place. He let Ruben
contemplate and reconsider whether it was worthwhile trying to outwit him. Then he
cleared his throat loudly.
"Your passports, please," he said.
Ruben’s brief is simple. He is to go where she goes, shoot what she says and do
what she says. It works fine, until they arrive at a crossing that is not on their map and
are arrested by an incorruptible customs officer because the newborn baby in the
back does not look like either of them. While waiting for detectives from the capital,
hundreds of miles away on a road that is barely a road, the customs officer and his
prisoner discover shared male characteristics and forge a friendship closer than
kinship. The friendship presents a dilemma to the customs man for, contrary to their
protestations, he is certain the baby is stolen.