Border Crossing

By Clint Westgard

It all seemed routine, until it wasn’t...

George O’Bannon is just minding his own business, trying to get through the Sapurzo border crossing. When he gets pulled in for an interrogation by the border guards, it seems little more than a nuisance. But it will soon prove to be much more than that.

As the questions about his past mount and his answers grow more and more evasive, it becomes unclear if George actually is who he claims to be. Even his interrogators seem uncertain. With both sides trying to play the other, testing their loyalties, the interrogation becomes a game with sinister edge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lost Quarter Books
• Release date: May 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9781928035220

Clint Westgard

Clint Westgard is the author of The Shadow Men Trilogy and the science fiction epic The Sojourner Cycle, the first volume of which, The Forgotten, was published in 2015. In addition, he has published a work of historical fantasy set in colonial Peru, The Masks of Honor, and a retelling of the Minotaur legend, The Trials of the Minotaur. Clint Westgard lives in Calgary, Alberta.

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BORDER CROSSING

CLINT WESTGARD

Border Crossing

Published by Lost Quarter Books

May, 2017

Border Crossing by Clint Westgard is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.  

ISBN: 978-1-928035-22-0

Cover Design by James, GoOnWrite.com 

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The moneychangers surround the bus as it comes to a halt next to the concrete platform that leads to the border post, their arms uplifted as though to welcome a returning hero. There are shouts of dolares and pesos as passengers begin to descend to arrange their exit papers. Some huddle with the moneychangers to negotiate, but most force their way through the crowd and go to the long line that leads into the border post.

George descends with the rest, squinting and looking about, somewhat confused. There are two lines, one snaking into the post, and the other, more formless, leading to some counters lined by glass outside the building. Like ticket booths at a stadium. As he looks at the various signs, trying to ascertain which line he needs, a wiry man sidles up to him.

You need to go there first, señor, the man says, speaking in accented English. Get the paper. Then you go inside.

Gracias, George says, glancing at the man.

You need a bus? Here the man points at a bus parked in front of the one George arrived on. "Our bus goes on to Liberia. Still space for you. Twenty neuvo