The 1% Solution

This http://www.tucsonweekly.com/gbase/Currents/Content?oid=115220 brings to mind some history.

Back when Harley Davidson was the motorcycle of choice for the, ahem, 'derelicts' of the US of A, someone said outlaw bikers are just one percent of the motorcycling public.

One Per Cent.

If you clicked on the link and read the story of the outrage going on along our border in Arizona, you might make the connection between the bikers and a solution to the problem.

This is a story.

Fiction.

Make of it what you will.

In country, you went in pairs. Some felt the presence of their better angels when going alone, and couldn't pull the trigger.

But with a partner alongside, pulling the trigger was, well, what you were supposed to do, and a witness made those angels' arguments considerably less persuasive.

Bo Rose had no angels to bother him, and no witness was needed to make him perform his duty. Nor did the cold, the dead of night, or remaining unmoving for hours bother him. The mission was his motivator. Only the mission.

Tonight, he was waiting for a coyote. It would take a while, but, coyotes, like the the NVA he scared so many years before, would learn, if the law ignored their unlawfulness, it would ignore other unlawfullness as well.

And if it didn't, it couldn't very well investigate him without bringing attention to his, uh, well, 'victims', could it.

Bo might have felt the cold creeping into his ghillie suit, but he was sure the coyote leading the herd through Sulfur Canyon wasn't worried about cold, and if he was, well his worried would soon shift from the physical woes of this world, to the more eternal worries of the next world.

"One shot, one kill"

Bo Rose never missed.