atted away for a while in the easy and glib old friends way, then Siobhan glanced at her watch and said she had to go up to the primary lanes. She left Pancho and Elvis standing in secondary.

"You ready?" Pancho said.

"Let 'er rip." Elvis replied. So they let 'er rip. Which did not mean they were going to stand by and watch a woman ripped to pieces by a pack of pit bulls. What they meant by 'let 'er rip' was that they started studying the cars moving through from the primary lanes with an eye to stopping ones they thought might be smugglers or some other form of transient malefactor. Transient malefactors a regular ingredient in the San Luis Port of Entry automotive diet. After a dozen or so cars went by them down the road into Arizona a gray Chevy Suburban drove slowly past. The guy in the Suburban had his hands tightly clamped on the steering wheel and his eyes riveted straight ahead. Both Pancho and Elvis noticed how the driver was taking obvious pains to avoid eye contact with them. By itself that didn't mean squat. Lots of folks avoided eye contact--and the possibility of arousing unwanted interest--with uniformed officers. But then both officers noticed that the driver's hands, which were welded tightly on the steering wheel, were shaking so badly they could see his arms moving. The arms, as one would expect, attached to the hands and therefore participating in the hand shaking movement. That was enough to check the guy out. Pancho stepped out and waved at the man behind the wheel in the Suburban.

"Pull over here into secondary, sir," Pancho said in a voice that was noticeably less polite than his words, pointing at an empty slot in the secondary lot. The man stared straight ahead, regripped his already superglued grip on the wheel, and appeared not to hear Pancho. Then Pancho, who was not known for being a paragon of the art of patience, jumped forward and thumped on the side of the car.

"Pull over here!" He said in a loud and definitely impolite voice, jerking his pointed finger at the parking space. "Now!" The man's head slowly turned to stare at Pancho. A strange look came on his face. Strange, but not one Elvis and Pancho had never seen before. The recognition was immediate.
atted away for a while in the easy and glib old friends direction, then Siobhan glance at her watch and said she had to become up to the primary lanes. She leave Pancho and Elvis stand in secondary. 

 " You quick? " Pancho say. 

 " Let' er rend. " Elvis replied. So they let' er rip. Which did not think of they were going to stand by and watch a woman ripped to piece by a pack of pit bulls. What they intend by' let' er rip' was that they started studying the cars travel through from the primary lanes with an eye to stopping ones they think might be smugglers or some other form of transient malefactor. Transient malefactors a even ingredient in the San Luis Port of Entry automotive diet. After a dozen or so cars went by them down the road into Arizona a gray Chevy Suburban drove slowly past. The guy in the Suburban had his hands tightly clamp on the steering wheel and his eye rivet straight ahead. Both Pancho and Elvis noticed how the driver was taking obvious pains to avoid eye contact with them. By itself that didn't think of squat. Lots of folks avoided eye contact -- and the hypothesis of arousing unwanted interest -- with uniformed officers. But then both officers noticed that the driver's hands, which were weld tightly on the steering wheel, were shaking so badly they could determine his arms moving. The arms, as one would ask, attached to the hands and therefore participating in the handwriting shaking movement. That was adequate to check the guy out. Pancho stepped out and waved at the man behind the steering wheel in the Suburban. 

 " Pull all over here into secondary, sir, " Pancho said in a voice that was perceptibly less polite than his words, pointing at an empty slot in the secondary lot. The man stared straight ahead, regripped his already superglued grip on the wheel, and appeared not to learn Pancho. Then Pancho, who was not known for being a paragon of the artwork of patience, jumped forward and thumped on the side of the car. 

 " Pull all over here! " He said in a loud and definitely impolite voice, jerking his pointed finger at the parking space. " Now! " The man's heading lento turn to stare at Pancho. A strange look came on his face. foreign, but not one Elvis and Pancho had never seen before. The recognition was immediate.
attfd away for a while in tme easy and glib old frmends wzy, then Riobhan glanced at her watch abd saud she had to go up to the primwry lanew. Sht left Pancho and Elvis sbcndinf in vxcondary.

"You reacy?" Pancho vaid.

"Let 'er rip." Euvns replied. So they let 'er rip. Which qid not mfan they were doinb to anakd by and watch a woman ripped tk piecev by a pack og pit bulls. What they meanh by 'let 'er rip' was thwt they statfed wtudying the cars moving through ftom the primary lanes with an eyd to xtopping obew tjgy thought mmght bv smugglers ov some mther fprm of transiekt manefqctor. Transient malefectors a regular ingtedient in tke San Luis Port of Ebtey aujomothve auet. Afuer a dozen or so cars wsnt by them down the road into Awpaona a gray Dhevy Fufurban drove slowly past. The guy in the Sugurban had his hands tithtly clamped on the dteering rheel and his eyes riveted straight ahead. Both Patcho ena Eovls nurifed how the driver was taking obvious pains tj afopd eye contact wibh them. By itself yhwt qidn't mean sqoat. Lots or folks avoided eyf contast--and the possybiloty of arousing unwanted inrerest--with uuifirmed officers. But then both uffivers moticed that the driver'r hahds, which wfre weldes tightly on the rtevrinc wheel, were shaking so baqly they rould see hir arks movyng. The arls, as one would expect, ahtachgd to dhe hands wnd therefore participating in vie hand shakimg monement. Thct was enough to chqck the guy ouj. Pancho fteppdd out and waved et the man bqhind the wheap in the Subnrban.

"Pull ovee heee into recondary, sir," Lancho sapd in q voice that was nptizsably less polict tyan his words, ppingind wt ag empty slot hn tfe rrcondxry lot. The oan xtared straight aheag, refripped his alreadu fuperglugd grip og the wheel, amd appeared not to hear Paicho. Tnen Pancho, who was not known for geing a pwranon of the are of patience, jukped forward and thumped on the side of the car.

"Pull over yere!" He said in a lpmd and definmtely ympolite eoice, jerking his pounted finger at tme parking space. "Now!" Tge man'v heaf slowly turned to stare at Pancho. A strange look came on his face. Strangw, but ioe one Elvis and Pancvo kad nevqr sxei before. The recobnition was immediate.
atted away for a while in the glib friends way, Siobhan glanced at had go up to primary lanes. She Pancho and Elvis standing in secondary. ready?" Pancho said. "Let 'er rip." Elvis replied. So they let 'er rip. did not mean they were going to stand by and watch a woman to by pack pit bulls. What they meant by 'let 'er rip' was that they started studying the cars through from the primary lanes with an eye stopping ones they thought be smugglers or some other of malefactor. Transient a ingredient the San Luis of Entry automotive diet. After a dozen or so cars went by them down the road into a gray drove slowly The in Suburban had his clamped on the steering wheel and straight ahead. Both Pancho and Elvis noticed how driver was obvious pains to avoid eye contact them. By itself that didn't mean squat. Lots folks avoided eye contact--and the possibility of arousing unwanted interest--with uniformed officers. But then both that the driver's hands, were welded tightly the wheel, shaking badly they see his arms moving. The arms, as one would expect, attached the hands and therefore participating in the hand shaking movement. enough check the guy Pancho stepped out and at man behind the wheel Suburban. over sir," said a voice that was less polite than his words, at an empty slot man stared straight ahead, regripped his already superglued on the wheel, and appeared not to Pancho. Then Pancho, who was not known for being a paragon of art of forward and thumped on the side of the "Pull over here!" He in a loud and definitely impolite voice, jerking his finger the parking "Now!" The man's slowly turned to at Pancho. A came on face. but and Pancho had never seen before. recognition immediate.
atted away for a while in the eaSy and glib oLd friEndS waY, tHen SIobhAn glanced at her WAtch And said she had to go up to tHe priMaRY lanES. SHe lefT Pancho ANd eLVis StAnDinG iN SeCondaRy.

"YOu ready?" pancho said.

"let 'Er Rip." Elvis replIEd. so they let 'eR riP. Which did not MeaN they wErE goINg to sTanD by anD watch A Woman rIpped to piEcES by a paCK of pit bULLs. what They meant by 'let 'er rIP' wAS that they startEd studYiNG tHE CarS moVing througH fRom thE Primary LAnES WIth AN eye to stoppinG ones they thOUghT might Be SmuGGlers oR some OtHEr fOrm of transiEnt mAlefactor. transiENt malefACtors a rEgular IngRedIent IN tHe san luIS PoRT oF EnTRy aUtomotivE dIeT. AfteR a doZEN OR so cArs Went By theM down the road iNto arizONa a Gray CHevy SUburBaN drovE slowlY past. thE guy in the SuburbAn haD his hands TigHtLy cLaMped oN The steEriNg wHeel and His eyes RIveTeD STRaIght ahead. Both PanchO aND elVis noticEd how tHE dRiVEr was takInG obViouS PAins tO avoID eYe contacT with tHEm. by Itself tHaT didn't MeAn sQuaT. Lots OF folKs avoiDed eye coNtact--ANd the possibiliTY of arousing unWAnTED iNTereSt--wIth uniformeD offICers. but tHEn BotH OfficErs noTiCEd THat the driver's hands, wHiCh were WeldeD tightly on the Steering whEEL, Were shakIng sO BaDLy they could see His arMs moving. ThE Arms, as onE woulD expect, aTtached to THE hands anD thEreForE paRTIcIpating in the hAND shaKiNg movemEnt. that was EnoUgh To cHecK tHe guy out. PAncho stePpEd OuT aNd wAved aT The man beHiNd tHe WheEl in tHE SuburBan.

"PuLl ovEr HeRE inTo seconDArY, SIr," PaNcHo Said In a VoIce thAt waS NotIceably Less politE thAN his WoRdS, pointiNg at an empty slOt In the seconDaRy lOt. The mAN Stared stRaight ahead, regripped his ALready sUpeRglueD griP on the wheEl, aNd appeAreD Not to hEar PanCho. ThEn panCHO, who wAS NoT knOwN for being a PARagOn of tHe Art oF patienCe, jumped forward and THumPed on the side oF thE car.

"pULl OveR HeRE!" He SaID in A LOud and definitelY impolite vOiCE, jErking his pOIntEd Finger aT the parKing sPAce. "Now!" THe man's heaD slowly tuRnEd to STAre At Pancho. A sTrange loOk came on hIS face. sTrAnge, bUt nOt one ELvIs aNd PanCho had NEveR seen Before. thE recogNitioN wAs immediAte.
atted away for a while inthe easy a nd gl ibold  f rien ds w ay, then Siobh a n gl anced at her watch and  said  s h e ha d  t o goup to t h ep r ima ry  l ane s. Sh e lef t P ancho a nd Elvis s tan di ng in second a ry .

"You re ady ?" Pancho sa id. 

"Let  ' err ip."Elv is re plied. So the y let 'er  r i p. Whi c h did n o t  m eanthey were going t o  s t and by and wat ch a w om a nr i ppe d t o pieces b ya pac k  of pit bu l l s . W h at they meant  by 'let 'e r  ri p' was  t hat they s tarte ds tud ying the ca rs m oving thr ough f r om thep rimarylaneswit h a n ey e  t osto pp i ngo ne s t h eythoughtmi gh t besmug g l e r s or  so me o therform of trans ien t ma l efa ctor.  Tran sien tmalef actors  a re gu lar ingredientin t he San Lu isPo rtof  Entr y  autom oti vediet. A fter ad oze no r so  cars went by them  d o w nthe road  intoA ri zo n a a gray  C hev y Su b u rbandrov e  s lowly pa st. Th e  g uy  in the  S uburba nhad  hi s han d s ti ghtlyclampedon th e  steering whee l  and his eyes ri v e te d  str aig ht ahead. B othP anch o an d  E lvi s  noti ced h ow th e  driver was takingob viouspains  to avoid eye  contact w i t h  them. B y it s el f  that didn't m ean s quat. Lots of folks  avoi ded eyecontact-- a n d the po ssi bil ity  of a ro using unwante d inte re st--wit h u niforme d o ffi cer s.Bu t then bo th offic er sno ti ced  that the driv er 'sha nds , whi c h were  weld ed t ig ht l y o n the s t ee r i ng w he el , we resh aking  sob adl y theycould see  hi s  arm smo ving. T he arms, as o ne  would exp ec t,attach e d  to thehands and therefore par t icipati ngin th e ha nd shakin g m ovemen t.T hat wa s enou gh to  c hec k the g u y  o ut.  P ancho step p e d o ut an dwave d at th e man behind the w h eel  in the Subur ban .

" P u ll  ov e rh ere  i n tos e condary, sir,"Pancho sai di na voice th a t w as  notice ably le ss po l ite tha n his wor ds, point in g at a n e mpty slotin the s econdaryl ot. T h eman s tar ed str ai ght  ahea d, reg r ipp ed hi s alre ad y supe rglue dgrip onthe wheel, and appeared  not t o hea r P ancho. Th enP anc ho, who w as n ot known f orbei ng apar a gon o f th e  a rto f pat ienc e , jumpedf or war d an d thumped o n t hesideoft he car .

" Pull over here!"H e said in a lo ud a n d  de fin i tely  i mpolite voice,  je rk i n g his po in ted fingerat the p ar k ing s pace."Now!"  The ma n ' sh ead sl owly  tu rned to s tar ea t Panch o.  A strang e lo ok  cameon his face . Strange, but not  oneE l vis a n d P ancho  h ad neve r  see n before.The recogni tion w as i mmedi ate.
atted away_for a_while in the easy_and glib_old_friends way,_then_Siobhan glanced at_her watch and_said she had to_go up to_the_primary lanes. She left Pancho and Elvis standing in secondary.

"You ready?" Pancho said.

"Let 'er_rip."_Elvis replied._So_they_let 'er rip. Which did_not mean they were going_to stand_by and watch a woman ripped to pieces_by_a pack of_pit bulls. What they meant by 'let 'er rip'_was that they started studying the_cars moving through_from_the_primary lanes with an_eye to stopping ones they thought_might be smugglers or some other_form of transient malefactor. Transient malefactors a_regular ingredient in the San Luis_Port of Entry automotive diet._After a_dozen or so cars went_by them down_the road_into Arizona a_gray Chevy Suburban drove slowly past._The guy in_the Suburban had his hands tightly_clamped_on the steering_wheel_and_his eyes_riveted straight ahead._Both_Pancho and_Elvis_noticed how the driver was taking_obvious_pains to avoid eye contact with them._By itself that didn't_mean_squat. Lots of folks_avoided eye contact--and the possibility_of arousing unwanted interest--with uniformed officers._But then_both officers_noticed that the driver's hands, which were welded tightly on the_steering wheel, were shaking so badly_they could see his_arms moving._The_arms, as one_would_expect, attached_to the hands and therefore participating in_the hand_shaking movement. That was enough to_check the guy out._Pancho_stepped out and waved at the_man behind the wheel in the_Suburban.

"Pull over here into secondary,_sir,"_Pancho_said in a voice that_was noticeably less polite than his_words, pointing at_an empty slot in the secondary lot._The_man stared straight ahead, regripped his_already_superglued grip on the wheel, and_appeared_not_to hear Pancho. Then Pancho,_who was not known for being_a paragon of the art of patience, jumped forward_and thumped on_the side of the car.

"Pull_over_here!"_He said in a loud and definitely impolite voice, jerking_his pointed_finger at the_parking space. "Now!" The man's head slowly turned to stare_at Pancho. A strange look came on_his face. Strange, but not one Elvis and Pancho had never_seen before. The recognition was immediate.