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paddle back to the deep. He looked around for Ricky, but couldn't see him.
    The lineup was way beyond him, waiting for another big set. Panic crept up on him. With his arms heavy from paddling, he dove beneath a few waves, his heart in his throat. But Ricky was out there, he was sure. The next set arrived and he was still paddling out wide of the peak. One surfer popped up and looked down at him, momentary fear in his eyes, in the trough. He zipped low and cut back past Al, paddling hard for the crest before it breached.
    There was Ricky, paddling over to him again, cheerful as ever.
    Hey, Dad.
    You having fun?
    I caught that last one.
    I saw you.
    Now you.
    What?
    It's your turn. You're going to catch one.
    I hope so. It’s nice out here isn't it?
    W e're too far out, Dad.
    Ricky paddled towards the beach, trying to stay up with the group of more experienced surfers. Al thought he'd catch his breath. He watched the beach. There were more people on it now. It was about mid-morning. A few sets later, Ricky had caught three waves and managed to cut back over the top of one when the white water closed it down. The enjoyment was really just being out there, sharing the experience with his son. If he figured out how to do the popup on these steep mamas before they left in three days for the mountains, he'd be glad.
    One more wave, and he got to his feet this time, but hunched over instead of crouching. As he straightened too late, the board shot out from under him. He was flying, then spinning and tumbling under the churn of the wave. He held his breath, waiting for the power in the water to subside so he could shoot up and breathe.
    Al decided that was it for the morning. He was done. Instead of turning back out, he grabbed his board and waited, holding his breath again as the next monster clamped its white jaws around him. Spinning and sputtering, he caught the board, clambered back on it, and paddled the rest of the way in, standing at last in a few feet of water as a more experienced surfer zipped past him in the classic knees -bent pose of relaxed at-oneness with the wave, still being pushed by the shore break right onto the sand.
    Picking the board up under his arm, exhausted and breathing hard, Al walked up the beach a distance to the dunes and turned to study the water. The American man from the bar the night before, wearing a large canvas beach hat, was standing about ten feet from him.
    Nice out there?
    Just a little too much for me.
    Better you than me. You're a brave man.
    Just trying to keep up with my son. Beautiful here.
    A nice place. Santos Muertos taking over though.
    Who?
    Santos Muertos , he said, pronouncing carefully in expert Spanish. The LSM. Up and coming cartel boys. Targeting Guatemala as the newest entry point to our underbelly.
    Drug cartels? Really? In Guatemala?
    Yeah. They say they're interested in building infrastructure, improving the roads.
    Isn't that a good thing? Guatemala could use better roads.
    That's what they say. They buy you off and steal your wife. The bastards.
    Al sighed and looked around wistfully.
    This was my wife Mary's favorite place of all the places we'd been together. She wouldn't be happy with it becoming a stronghold for some criminal organization.
    How long were you married?
    Almost twenty years. Cancer took her from us a year ago.
    Yeah, that takes some getting over. Are you on Facebook?
    Yeah. I don't do much on it though.
    Neither do I. Robert Newman's the name.
    Al Lyons. Nice to meet you.
    The two men shook hands. Al was younger by more than a decade and indebted for the friendly conversation. He waited patiently, leaning on one foot and then the other. Newman was content with standing and watching the water, where Ricky was surfing a wave, doing a legitimate job of it, shifting the board and then dropping down on it and letting the water push him along to the beach. He was about forty yards to the south, clambering out of the water.
    Have a nice day, said Al ,