[Yeah, they'll continue on, so he does, pushing the bike along down the rough river cobbles and away from the trail that cuts into the brush, heading north. It's nice in here, they'll find themselves a good spot to sleep that's away from desperate travelers.]

Me, a coyote? Hell no. I got enough to deal with just drivin' stuff through the city, I ain't interested in the long-distance shit. These guys move things across the border for growers an' gangs in Mexico to their contacts up here, and then we buy from those guys. Or, we have our own guys who ship stuff in to Long Beach, an' we pick it up there. No, cartin' drugs from Mexico to here, all alone in the desert? Sounds miserable. Lonely.