Out on the road, the sky is clear and the stars are out. The trees and fields roll into the truck’s lights and fall away into darkness. I’m standing behind the cab, trying to be ready. The others are talking, except for Segundo. He sits beside me with his Ah-Kah. If I see anything I will yell ‘Soldados’ or ‘Soldados Verdes’ and drop to the floor so he can take my place. I have it all planned. Every curve we round, every gate we open, every bridge we cross, every stream we ford I try to be ready.