Mark Gimenez - The Governor's wife

"Daddy, call her. Get her to come back. Beg her if you have to. If you won't beg her for yourself, beg her for me."

He kissed her on the forehead then pushed himself up. He went down the hall to his bedroom and called his wife.

"Hello."

"It's Bode."

"I have caller ID."

"And you still answered."

"How's Becca?"

"She's good. We're watching Shrek with the kids."

"You're watching movies with the Mexican kids?"

"Movie night."

"How are they?"

"Better."

"How are you?"

"Better."

"I liked your speech at the governors' conference."

"You watched?"

"Of course."

"I did a lot of thinking out at the ranch. About the old times. The way we were. The way I want us to be again. Come home, Lindsay. You don't have to come home to me. Come home to Becca. Just come home."

"Bode, these people here, they need me."

"We need you, too. And you're not safe on the border."

"No one here knows I'm the governor's wife."

"Your doctor knows. And if your true identity ever gets out…"

"It won't."

"Just so you know, we're going to fully fund the K through twelve budget."

"For me?"

"For the kids."

"Do you still love him?"

"I'll always love him."

"And me? Will you ever love me?"

"I already do."

They were on the back porch. The night air was warm, but the breeze off the desert made Jesse's arm around her shoulders feel good.

"One woman in love with two men," he said. "That usually does not have a happy ending."

Lindsay slung her satchel over her shoulder. She had stocked it with medicine, supplies, and hard candy for the children. She would make her morning rounds before the summer heat set in. It would top 115 degrees that day outside and even hotter inside if Jesse was unable to repair the generator. Early September, but it was still summer on the border. Inez had not yet arrived, so Jesse came to her and kissed her, like a husband kissing his wife goodbye for the day. She felt like a married woman and she was; she was just married to another man.

"You look beautiful," Jesse said.

She wore a white lab coat over a bright yellow peasant dress and pink Crocs. She draped a stethoscope around her neck. She tucked her red hair under a green scarf then pushed the wide-brimmed straw hat down on her head, to conceal her identity and her light complexion from the sun's rays.

"I will be out back working on the generator," Jesse said. "Inez should be here soon."

Inez Quintanilla woke at seven. She had dreamed vividly of life beyond the wall. It was a colorful and wonderful life with pretty things and nice people. She had so enjoyed the dream that she closed her eyes and lay there a few minutes longer trying to recapture the moment. But she could not. The moment was gone. So she climbed out of bed. It was a work day.

She and her brother lived in a converted travel trailer. The wheels had been removed, so the trailer sat flat on the ground. Well, almost flat. Anything dropped on the floor would roll to one corner, but at least she knew where to find things. She had the small bedroom to herself; Roberto slept on the couch since he always came home late. She washed her face in the bathroom with the bottled water and applied her make-up carefully in case the television cameras came that day for the doctor. Two work outfits hung in the closet. She decided on the one she had not worn the day before. Once dressed, she would have Cheerios without milk for breakfast and then walk to the clinic.

She opened the thin metal door quietly so as not to wake her brother. She stepped out and froze. Her brother was not sound asleep on the couch as he usually was at that time. He was sitting and staring up at three men standing over him. Two held big guns. The man in the middle held a machete. The door behind them was open to the outside. The morning breeze blew hot and dusty.

"What is happening here?"

"Ah," the man in the middle with the machete said. "You must be Inez, the sister?"

Inez nodded.

"Well, Inez, your brother violated the code. I am here to dispense justice."

"Who are you?"

"I am Enrique de la Garza."

"I do not know you."

"Ah. Perhaps you know me as the world knows me-El Diablo."

Inez recoiled and sucked in air. She turned to her brother. He was crying.

"You work for him? You are a narcotraficante? "

"Yes, Inez," El Diablo said. "He works for me. Or he did. I have come to terminate his employment."

"You have come to kill my brother? Personally?"

"Yes. I always terminate employees personally. It is company policy."

"Why? What crime did Roberto commit?"

El Diablo turned to her brother. "Tell her, Roberto. Tell your sister how you disgraced God and your family."

"I did nothing!"

"But you did." To Inez: "Your brother gave heroin to a woman, a Mexicana."

"So?"

"So our code does not allow that. We do not push the filthy drug habit on our own people."

"That is a deed punishable by death?"

"She is a married woman. He gave her the heroin, and while she was under the influence, he raped her."

"No!"

"Yes."

"Roberto, is that true? Did you rape a woman?"

"No! She wanted sex with me."

"Her husband demands justice," El Diablo said. "So Roberto must give him justice." He turned to her brother. "Roberto Quintanilla, you have not lived a life with honor. Will you now die with honor?"

"No!"

The two men grabbed Roberto and held his arms back and pushed his head down. El Diablo raised the machete above her brother's head. Without conscious thought, Inez jumped between the blade and her brother.

"No! Please! He is my only brother!"

El Diablo paused in midair.

"I am sorry, Inez. But I must dispense justice. It is my duty. Please, stand aside."

Inez Quintanilla's mind raced, trying to find hope for her brother. Where she found her only hope- and it was her only hope — made her sad. But she had no choice.

"I can give you what you want most in life."

El Diablo lowered the blade, and Inez breathed a momentary sigh of relief. He looked her up and down and smiled as her father had once smiled at her when she was just a small child. When her parents were still alive.

"I can have pretty girls like you anytime I want. I can have you if I want. But I do not want you. And you should not offer yourself to a man, Inez, before marriage, in the church."

"I do not mean me."

"Then what do you propose to give to me?"

"What you want more than anything in this world."

"What I want most in this world." He thought a moment, and his eyes seemed to grow dark with his thoughts. "Well, Inez, can you give me the governor of Texas?"

Everyone in the colonias knew that the governor of Texas had killed El Diablo's son and that El Diablo had attempted several times to kill the governor. Such news did not come from the newspapers or the television, but from word of mouth.

"No."

"Then you have nothing I want. Stand aside. Please."

He again raised the machete, and her heart grabbed at her chest.

"But I can give you something almost as good."

He stopped.

"And what is that?"

" La esposa del gobernador. I can give you the governor's wife."

He again lowered the blade, and she felt the relief again.

"Can you now?"

"Yes. I can."

"How? How can you, little Inez Quintanilla living in this broken-down trailer in this colonia on the banks of the Rio Bravo give to me the wife of the governor of Texas? Tell me, please, how can you do that?"

"I can tell you where to find her."

El Diablo laughed in a way that made her afraid, as if she had taken something away from him. His voice became louder.