“Well, then what do you do with them?” Curt asked although he sensed the answer.

Tim leaned over and whispered. “We shoot ‘em and bury ‘em.” He wiped his hands rapidly as if brushing off dirt. “That way, it’s over and done. There’s no second chance.”

Curt swallowed. His throat had gone dry. The idea of shooting illegal aliens was both arousing and scary at the same time.

“I got some copies of a magazine here in my briefcase,” Tim said. “I’ll be happy to give them to you if you hand them out to people like you and me. You understand what I’m saying when I say people like you and me?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” Curt said. “What kind of magazines are they?”

“The one that I happen to have today is called Blood and Honor,” Tim said. “I’ve got others, but this one is particularly good. It’s from England, but it talks about the stuff we’re discussing. Western Europe has the same problems we do. I also have a novel you can read. Do you like to read?”

“No, not much,” Curt admitted. “Except gun manuals and stuff like that.”

“Maybe this book will turn you into a reader,” Tim said. “Reading is important.” He bent over, unsnapped his briefcase, and lifted out a sizable paperback. “It’s called The Turner Diaries.” He handed it to Curt.

Curt took the book. He was skeptical. He’d only read one novel since high school: a pornographic story about a college call girl from Dallas named Barbara. He cracked open The Turner Diaries and read a few lines. He couldn’t know then that it would become his favorite book.

Curt ended up taking six copies of the magazine Blood and Honor in addition to The Turner Diaries. After reading both he became progressively excited and concerned about the issues Tim had brought up. Curt made it a point to get the reading material to people Tim thought were appropriate. Soon he had amassed a cadre of like-minded Marines that began to share meals.

Curt’s relationship with Tim Melcher blossomed. He spent a good deal of his free time with the man, helping to organize the border brigade, which he himself joined. Several Marines Curt had recruited joined as well. When Curt eventually got to see Tim’s arsenal in his basement, it aroused him erotically. He’d never seen such a collection of guns and ammo outside of live-ammo Marine maneuvers. Tim even had a stash of Kalashnikov AK-47s. They weren’t as technically good as the fully automatic M1s, but they had a romantic appeal.