Blood on the Border

The desert at midnight was bathed in the ghostly silver light of a full moon. Four miles south of the border fence, the abandoned Mina de la Plata loomed against the jagged mountains like an iron skeleton. Rusted conveyor belts, collapsed processing silos, and corrugated tin warehouses sprawled across the dusty canyon floor. The convoy of six matte-black armored tactical SUVs had navigated the treacherous, winding canyon trails with their…