SOMEWHERE IN THE STATE OF SONORA, MEXICO--As night falls, Gary Reeder rips through his motel room, hurriedly stuffing clothes into a small suitcase. After three days in this hellhole of a town somewhere in Mexico's Sonoran Desert, Reeder looks frantic. Crazed. Downright scared. "I'm leaving tonight," he says, spotting me... More >>>
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There's lot of gold in them thar hills, or so Gary tells me. We're somewhere in the Sonoran Desert.