A simple one-day journey of four young executives after a boring week of Texas meetings turns into Battling for the Bull Horns Escaping from Naked Teens Dodging Drug Lord Machine Guns One of the Mexican soldiers yelled something at the other that I couldn't understand. He then stopped, got down on one knee, and was in the firing position, aiming directly at us. Jerry had come out of the old house by this time, hands up, and joined Don and me, already shaking. The other soldier rushed up to George, motioning with his gun. George carefully raised his hands-maybe for the last time.