She looked back out the window

He wondered how close they where.

Around dark, the border wall came into view. In some places this was a concrete barricade with razor coils glinting at its top; here it was just a tired-looking barbed-wire fence separating the two countries, as if they were neighbouring ranches. The fence cut across a dried-out riverbed; where it came up one of the banks it gave up for a few feet, collapsing onto the ground with its posts sagging.

Vexin was proud that he had managed to stay perfectly awake. "We're here."

There was no one around. Electa raised her head and looked around. "Do you think you could get the truck across the riverbed?"

He nodded.

Across the riverbed, on the fence, hung a rusty metal sign. It said,
You must enter the US by a designated entry point. This is not a designated entry point. If you enter by this route, you are committing a felony.

He squirmed as he read the sign. He usually listened to signs when he read them.

Electa was silent for a moment.

He took a deep breath, and started steering the truck over the river bank.