I ask if there are Zetas in Tierra Blanca. “You know,” he says, “there are things I can’t talk about. You guys are passing through, but I live here and I don’t want anyone asking, ‘Who said that about us?’ If they hear something about someone, they can control even where he walks. They can bring him down.” Without meaning to, he said much more than we’d expected. And we feel it’s time for us to leave the tracks.
