There’s always work in Mexico.

 

BORDER PULP NEWS: There’s work in Mexico if you wanna be a coyote.

 Our economy is doing okay but there’s also plenty of work in Mexico. Coyotes are staying busy. Recent research indicates that three out of five coyotes are American citizens. They are American males of Hispanic descent. They get their clients from a Mexican social network and make schedules based on final destinations.  MIGRANTS

Just think twice about starting your own coyote business. You’ll have to payoff some nasty people and get an approval from the local cartel. Most smuggling groups are part of a cartel or a syndicate that pays a cartel to stay in business.

An American coyote is paid higher wages than their Mexican counterparts. Last year they got $850 per head per migrant that they get across. Mexican Coyotes will get about $300 less. Central American coyotes will make only $150.

Normally one coyote will take three people and maintain them while they guide them across the border. Payment can be made in installments. Final payments are made upon arrival at the agreed destination. Migrants bound for California will have to pay in advance, and can pay up to $10,000 a head with no guarantees.

Still wanna be a coyote? Buena Suerte.

We’ll pass Rocky’s house on the way to Jacumba.

JACUMBA’S GHOST STAGE.

Okay, so we’re on our way to Jacumba.  Yeah, we’ll pass Rocky’s house, but he’s not there. He’s in Mexico City doing some work for a cartel.

In the 1800’s there was no border fence. You could look south and not see anything but open country. You’d need a map and a transit to find the international line, or you might step on a lead marker with a brass plate imbedded in it saying you were standing on the border.

In those days the only road through Jacumba was dirt. It was a wagon road used by local ranchers or the military. There was a cavalry post a few miles away. Eventually the track became a stagecoach road for the Butterfield Line and others going to and from San Diego.

Old Highway 80 built in 1932 wanders over and around the original dirt stage road that passed through Jacumba in those early days.

The photo shows a part of the road about fifty feet south of Old 80. A small bridge between rocks, built out of post and lintel slabs acts as a drain and flattens out the roadway, although faint still runs over it.  OLD STAGE ROAD

The Pierce Arrow and Locomobile touring cars of the Pickwick Motor Stage line operating from El Centro and San Diego in 1911 used this road.

If you were traveling from San Diego you could purchase tickets in Bill’s Cigar Store, and in El Centro it was Brad’s Smoke Shop. It was mainly a male crowd that traveled on the line, wearing hats and suits. Most sat inside the vehicle while others had to ride outside on the toolbox.

Dynamite was carried to clear rockslides and the driver carried a firearm for bandits. There were lots of wicked people running around in those days, a trend that continues. MOON NIGHT copy

Locals who live around the old trail tell me that on a moonlit night they can sometimes hear the ghostly grumble, rattle and growl of an old rig downshifting to take the grade into El Centro or San Diego. Its dim lights flickering over the bumpy terrain, the driver, a skeletal figure wears a uniform cap and coat.

 

THERE’S A LOT OF INTERESTING PLACES TO SEE ON THE WAY TO BANKHEAD SPRINGS. My pal Rocky lives there in a little cabin. He’s always around except when he’s working for a cartel or the CIA. So I wouldn’t stop there, you might piss him off. Rocky

 

Jacumba's Area 51

Jacumba’s Area 51

But here’s one. Starship Street is a private road; so don’t drive it without permission. Locals look at it like it’s Area 51. It’s not too far from the Mexican/American Border. It will lead you to a gathering place used by the Unarius Society. The headquarters are based in El Cajon, California. Founded by Ernest and Ruth Norman in 1954, who believed the earth would be visited by Extraterrestrials in 2001. The site at the end of Starship Street is a place where the Unarius folks meet and meditate.

The society believes that the study of space and its mysteries can enlighten the soul and human spirit. Ernest and Ruth created a program called the Intergalactic Student Exchange. They had dreams.

Dreams draw people to this area.  Dreams are wonderful things to have.

My name’s Wally Runnels and I write Border Pulp.

 

 

 

BORDER PULP IS WHAT I WRITE. IT’S RELAXING, TRY SOME.

 

DKARMABorder Pulp, that’s what I call the stuff I write; a kind of border town sinister. It’s relaxing, except for the dreams you’ll have after you read it. Think of it as the noir film, A Touch of Evil, but in color. My protagonists and villains live around Mexican/American Border towns. Crooked cops, hit men, drug runners, brothel owners, and beautiful women come and go offering glimpses of a dangerous culture. The lucky losers just get shot, because along this boundry line there are harder ways to go down.

Happy reading. My name is Wally Runnels and I write Border Pulp.

 

 

PALM SPRINGS SERENITY.

A month ago my brother and I went out to the Anza Borrego Desert.HOY-IMIGRANTWe stopped at a place not far from the old Butterfield stage line and the equally ancient Immigrant Trail used by the gold rush miners on their way to riches. This place is called Desert Palms. Old Indian trails from the mountain behind lead into this oasis. The trails are hundreds of years old. The palms are watered by a constant running natural spring. Animal signs are all over  the site. The weather was in the high seventies, perfect that day.PALM SPRINGS

Juan Bautista de Anza passed by a little to the north through Coyote Wash. He was on his way to the mission San Fernando in the valley of the same name. He made two trips, one in 1774 and 1775.  On his first trip he left San Fernando and met Fra Junipero Serra in Carmel. When he made his second journey he guided settlers on the same route and scouted a great inland harbor and founded San Francisco.

Yeah, we’re up and pitching.

Please take a look at The In-Ko-Pah Spirit. Look at that guy on the cover, sweet. Now isn’t that somebody you could love?The In-Ko-Pah Spirit Cover

Make new friends at the Tuna Club.

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A REVIEW: THE FORSAKEN

Hi All. Here’s a review by Piers Anthony for the anthology, The Forsaken.  Give it a read. Several very credible authors have contributed to this work.

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Herewith my forthcoming review of The Forsaken. Interesting volume.
I read The Forsaken, Stories of Forgotten Places, edited by Joe McKinney and Mark Onspaugh, because a story of mine is in it. I wrote “The Privy” in 2010 but the volume has only now been published; sometimes these things take time. I like to know the company my stories keep. My story concerns an outdoor privy that still stinks a decade after it stopped ever being used. Think about that a moment. A rich uncle left the property to our protagonist. Was it contempt for him, or something else? The other 21 stories range from horror to humor. In general they are finely detailed; I really got the feel of those abandoned places and yes, their creepiness. They aren’t necessarily all the way dead, you see. I’m not a horror fan, but for my taste the stronger stories came later in the volume. This is not to say the others don’t have their points, just that it’s really not feasible to discuss them all, so I am focusing to the harder hitting ones. Such as “The Pressboard Factory” by Peter N Dudar. Ryan is a girl in a boy’s body, bullied by others, finally hiding out at the haunted Pressboard Factory where intruders tend to die. He cuts off his male anatomy; does he become a girl? We can’t be sure. “Mother’s Nature” by Wally Runnels. This one’s a shocker. Rocky goes to check on the woman Moya for a friend, but instead encounters Pomona. He helps her in a night of healing sick animals; she’s doing good work. Then she gets interested in him, and her sex appeal manifests and she forcefully seduces him, but during the act starts to bite off his head. She’s a kind of praying mantis, and she wants some offspring. “Hollow” by Michael C Lea. Thomas is on a moon mission, and discovers that the moon is shrinking. In fact it is hollow, and inside is sort of like a planetarium that shows a remarkable story of the war waged between God and Satan for the future of the world. Thomas will return to Earth, but which side is he on? This is a philosophic shocker. “Lullaby Land” by the second editor. A plot of land seems haunted, and a boy flees to it. Those pursuing him are intercepted by the Sandman, who is not at all nice. “Ghost Town” by the first editor is a tough minded police story with verisimilitude: that is, believability. The abandoned place is part of the city itself, and cops are plagued with alcoholism and guilt. I get the uneasy feeling that this is the nature of many police departments, hidden from the public, not good or bad, just grim. Overall, this volume is more than just obscure places; there are disturbing concepts and things to think about.

– Piers Anthony

 It’s on Amazon so give it a look.
Best, Wally

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