Crossing the Wire
By Will Hobbs
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In this riveting, action-packed novel from award-winning author Will Hobbs, a teenage boy hoping to help his loved ones must fight for his life as he makes the dangerous journey across the Mexican border into the United States.
When falling crop prices threaten his family with starvation, fifteen-year-old Victor Flores heads north in an attempt to "cross the wire" from Mexico into America so he can find work and help ease the finances at home.
But with no coyote money to pay the smugglers who sneak illegal workers across the border, Victor struggles to survive as he jumps trains, stows away on trucks, and hikes grueling miles through the Arizona desert.
Victor's passage is fraught with freezing cold, scorching heat, hunger, and dead ends. It's a gauntlet run by many attempting to cross the border, but few make it. Through Victor's desperate perseverance, Will Hobbs brings to life a story that is true for many, polarizing for some, but life-changing for all who read it.
Acclaim for Crossing the Wire includes the following: New York Public Library Books for the Teen Age, Junior Library Guild Selection, Americas Awards Commended Title, Heartland Award, Southwest Book Award, and Notable Books for Global Society.
Will Hobbs
Will Hobbs is the award-winning author of nineteen novels, including Far North, Crossing the Wire, and Take Me to the River. Never Say Die began with the author's eleven-day raft trip in 2003 down the Firth River on the north slope of Canada's Yukon Territory. Ever since, Will has been closely following what scientists and Native hunters are reporting about climate change in the Arctic. When the first grolar bear turned up in the Canadian Arctic, he began to imagine one in a story set on the Firth River. A graduate of Stanford University, Will lives with his wife, Jean, in Durango, Colorado.
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Reviews for Crossing the Wire
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5The action's pretty much nonstop and the plot twists and turns as Victor Flores attempts to cross the border into the US in order to earn money to support his family. Well-developed characters and organically-presented information about illegal immigration and some of its causes make this book stand out. Recommended for fans of adventure stories.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Good book. I felt bad for Victor. He is a true friend and a good person. He was raised well
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5I like this book, but, I don't have a credit card so I was not able to finish the book
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5Had a hard time with this one. Is everything our fault?
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is a moving story and puts you into the feet of all young people coming into the U.S. hoping to support their struggling family.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Victor Flores leads a desperately hard life with his family in a Mexican village. His father died several years before in an accident while working construction across the border. Victor struggles to support his family and be the man of the house but no matter how hard he works, it becomes impossible to make ends meet. He decides to go acrosst he border, like his dad used to do, and work to send money home to his mother and siblings. The story of Victor puts a human element into the contemporary issues of illegal imimigration today without taking a political stand. All sides are touched on and provides readers with realistic material that is sure to inspire deep thinking about the issue. A great read for young readers who are learning about the world we live in today.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Target audience: 10-14I read this because it is assigned to a 6th grade class I work with. The kids aren't very far into the book, but they are already reading ahead (and we're scolding them) and asking us for more books like this. I wish there were more books like this! It is both a high-interest adventure and a good non-judgmental look at the problems of illegal immigration. 15-year-old Rico is put in the awkward position of telling his friend's parents that his friend has left to cross the border to the United States. Rico thinks his friend is a crazy risk-taker, until he realizes that his families corn crop will not earn enough money to feed them. He decides he must go as well.Hobbs has written a well-researched page turner. It covers many of the realities around immigration without dumbing it down too much or making it too brutal for his young adult audience. Bravo, and thank you Mr. Hobbs.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Facing desperate poverty, Victor tries to get to America to find work to make money in order for his family to survive. With no money for a coyote, Victor must find his own way across the wire into America. Obstacles abound as Victor tries to stay optimistic as he faces many obstacles along the course of his journey. Although it felt a bit preachy at times and Rico was an annoying side-kick, the book was compelling and action-packed.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This was not my favorite book by Will Hobbs. I enjoyed it and wanted to finish it although I didn't think about the characters much when I wasn't reading.As a strength, the storyline was interesting and I felt like I knew some of the struggles the main character went through. Will Hobbs did a good job researching when he wrote the book. It is a modern day concern.A weakness for me was the Spanish terms used in the book. I didn't necessarily know what all the words meant - there wasn't a glossary or word list. I just gathered meaning from the text.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5This was a touching story of young Victor trying to make to the US to help his family in central Mexico. I thought it was well written and really put a human story behind the controversial issue of illegal immigration. I think one of it's strengths was the quick moving action of the story. I would have liked to have seen more of the aftermath of Victors new life, the book seemed to end too soon for me. Overall it was a good read.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This book was hard to put down. There was adventure throughout the book. Just when I thought the story would come to an end, the author wrote a new twist into the story.Strengths:-great description of events-different characters Weaknesses:-at some points, the events got a little long
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5After his father's death, 15 year old Victor Flores is barely able to support his family by raising corn. When corn prices fall, he makes the decision to try to cross the border into the U.S. so he can send money home to his mother and siblings. The story is full of action and adventure as it tells the trials and tribulations of Victor in his quest to cross the border and find work in the U.S. Illegal immigration is a very real current issue and this story tells many of the risks taken to get across the border. Victor is involved in jumping on/off moving trains, thieves stealing from him, encountering the border patrol, rattlesnakes, lack of water in the desert, coyotes (human kind), and drug runners, to name a few. Strengths: I think young (and old) will find this a very easy read, full of real problems with believable characters. Because of all the action, it will keep you wanting more. Weaknesses: I personally didn't find any but it might be helpful if there was a "Spanish" dictionary page to refer to the Spanish terms used.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This book was really exciting. I never knew so much went into crossing the wire and i never really knew that those below the border went through so much to get to America. I think that this book is an exciting way to show those that are ignorant like myself. So if you'd like to know about stuff like this then be sure to read it. Besides that it's a page turner also. : )
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Victor Flores heads north to make money for his poor campesino family. Not able to pay a coyote, he sets out on his own. After a failed attempt at crossing, he happens upon his best friend. The travel together as drug mules, escape from the group and narrowly avoid being killed by the drug leader. They arrive in AZ and work in the fields. Rico decides to return home to care for his aging parents, Victor remains doing farm work in WA to support his family.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Fifteen-year-old Victor Flores journeys north in a desperate attempt to cross the Arizona border and find work in the United States to support his family in central Mexico.
Book preview
Crossing the Wire - Will Hobbs
1
Old Friends
THE END WAS COMING, but I didn’t see it coming.
I was done for the day. The sun had set, my shovel was on my shoulder, and I was walking up the path to the village. As I passed under a high stone wall, my mind only on my empty stomach, a shadowy figure swooped down on me with a shriek that could have raised the dead. I let out a yelp and leaped out of the way.
Scared you,
cried my best friend, Rico Rivera. Scared you bad, Victor Flores.
I shook my shovel at him. Mano, you’re lucky I didn’t attack you with this.
What did you think I was?
A flying cow, you maniac.
You should have heard yourself! You squealed like a pig!
I could only laugh. It had been a long time since Rico had pulled a trick like this. This was the way it used to be with Rico and me, until three years ago, when Rico started trade school in the city of Silao. He lived there now with his sister, whose husband worked at the General Motors plant. Sometimes Rico came home to the village on weekends, but I wouldn’t always see him. We were fifteen years old now, with life pulling us in different directions, but we still called each other ’mano. We were hermanos in our hearts. Actual brothers couldn’t have grown up much closer.
Rico put his arm around my shoulder. I have something to tell you, Victor.
Suddenly he wasn’t joking around. Follow me,
Rico said gravely. I have a secret to show you.
You know how I hate secrets. I thought there weren’t any between us.
A couple of minutes, and there won’t be.
Dusk was deepening as Rico led me past the village church, past the cemetery and the dirt field where we’d played fútbol and béis-bol ever since I could remember. I followed my friend to the old village, abandoned after an earthquake hundreds of years before. All that remained, overgrown with brush, vines, and cactus, were the stone walls built to hold back the hillside. The moon was up, but its light was weak and eerie. This was a place to stay away from.
Rico paused where one of these ancient walls was especially thick with giant prickly pear. We have to crawl underneath the cactus,
he announced.
I wasn’t so sure.
It should be easy for you, Victor. C’mon, Tortuga.
Only Rico called me Turtle. It was a little joke of his. With his long legs, he’d always been the better sprinter, but not by much. Turtle,
though, was only partly about running. Mostly it had to do with my cautiousness.
Here and now, I had reason to be cautious. This was where my four sisters collected cactus fruit and also the pads for roasting as nopales. Teresa, the oldest of my sisters, always carried a stick on account of the rattlesnakes.
Unlike Rico, I was afraid of rattlesnakes. It’s too murky to be crawling in there,
I told him.
I know what you’re afraid of, but it’s the middle of March. They haven’t come out yet. Just follow me.
As always, Rico went first. Once inside, we sat next to each other, our backs to the ancient wall. Just like the old days,
Rico said.
I liked hearing him say that, but it wasn’t like Rico to be sentimental. What was this all about? Maybe it was going to be a trick after all. There would be no secret.
Watch this,
Rico said as he reached into a crevice and brought out a small glass jar. With a gleam in his eye, he placed it in my hand. In the patchy moonlight, I had to bring the jar close to my face to make out what was inside. It was a roll of money, and not pesos. American greenbacks, with the number 100 showing. How much?
I gasped.
There are fifteen of those. You’re looking at one thousand, five hundred American dollars.
I was astounded. In school I had learned to convert kilos to pounds and kilometers to miles. But pesos to dollars was different, floating up and down. The last I heard, it was eleven to one. That meant this was more than sixteen thousand pesos. My family could get by for more than a year on this much money. I don’t understand,
I said. Your parents gave it to you?
My parents? Did you hit your head, ’mano?
Did you win the lottery? Is the money yours, Rico?
It’s mine. It’s from one of my brothers in the States. It’s my coyote money.
The expression meant only one thing. Coyotes were the smugglers who took people across the border to El Norte.
It didn’t seem possible. You’re leaving for the other side?
Yes, I’m leaving Mexico. I’m going to cross the wire. Destination, the United States of America.
2
This Is My Chance
RICO TWIRLED HIS MONEY jar in the moonlight. In the last year, Victor, the price that the coyotes charge to get you across the border has gone from a thousand dollars to fifteen hundred. And here it is, fifteen hundred.
It’s not only more expensive,
I said, it’s more difficult and dangerous. It must be really bad. From the whole village, only four men came home this winter.
I know. When they leave, they’re taking me with them. It’s going to be exciting. Fortino, the leader, says we might have to try a couple of times before we make it across. I’ll make it, no problem—I’m a fast runner.
Rico wanted me to be excited for him. How could I pretend I was? It was all too much: this fortune in bills to be handed over to the smugglers, and even more so, the danger Rico thought was so appealing.
I’m not afraid,
he insisted.
You should be.
It’s different for you, Victor, because of what happened to your father. I understand. He was unlucky, that’s all.
This hurt. My father had traveled back and forth across the wire many times, working in El Norte and returning to the family for only a few precious months every winter. Four years ago, he returned home in a coffin. He had always worked in the fields and the orchards, but this time he had taken a job helping to build the foundation for a new high school in the state of South Carolina. When the accident happened, my father and a friend from the village were doing some shovel work in a deep, sandy trench. With no warning, the walls collapsed on them. Both of them were killed.
Why do you think you will be lucky?
I asked. What about the desert? Every day, it is said, people die in the desert.
That may be true, but think how many get through to shake the hand of Mickey Mouse.
Rico was smiling at his little joke. I was still too stunned to laugh. Don’t be so serious, Victor. Once I get across the border, it’s the land of opportunity. Everyone agrees, everything’s better in the States. It’s not like I’m making this all up. A teacher from my school quit two weeks ago to go work at a Laundromat in Los Angeles.
Rico knew a lot about El Norte. Ever since I could remember, he liked everything American—cars, music, fashions. His hair was cut short and bleached the same yellow as his Lakers cap.
You said your brother gave you this money. Which brother?
Reynaldo, the oldest. He wired it to a Western Union in Silao, in care of Fortino.
Rico was the last of eleven children, the baby of his family. He’d come along like a miracle after his brothers and sisters had already left home. Most of them lived and worked in the States, but his parents allowed no contact. As Rico had often told me, they were afraid he would run off to join them.
Isn’t Reynaldo the one your father never even speaks of?
I guess they never got along. Reynaldo is the one with the most money. He takes care of people’s swimming pools in Tucson. Reynaldo even has one of his own—imagine that! He has another business, too, buying and selling cars.
Rico always spoke of cars with reverence, even in front of his father, who couldn’t afford one. Nobody in Los Árboles could, and the same went for tractors. Ours was a village with so little that it didn’t even have the trees it was named after.
You’ve told your parents,
I said.
Are you crazy? I can’t tell them.
When are you leaving?
Tomorrow! March is the best time, before the desert gets hot.
I felt queasy. Rico had grown up knowing he was supposed to stay home, nearby, like his sister in Silao. If he did well at the technical school, he would be able to get a job where his brother-in-law worked, putting together the Suburbans at the General Motors plant. His parents were counting on him to look after them in their old age. I had heard Rico’s mother say these things more times than I could remember.
No, I shouldn’t have been surprised about Rico leaving for the States. Rico wanted all the things that money could buy. But just as much, it was the adventure he was after.
I didn’t know what to say. I had no desire to go to the other side. Living in El Norte had been the dream of my family a long time ago, but that dream died even before my father did. It had become too expensive and too dangerous to sneak an entire family across.
Rico twirled his money jar and said, Things are complicated in my house, not simple like in yours, Victor.
I didn’t want to argue, not now. Things were not simple for my family, they were scary. Rico knew I had to raise a crop of corn to sell every year, but he didn’t know that the little money my father had left behind was long gone, and the price of corn kept falling like a crippled bird. Rico didn’t know we were teetering on the brink of disaster. My sisters’ hand-me-down clothes were practically in tatters. No toys for my little brother. And Rico didn’t know what it felt like to be hungry, really hungry, the way we had been this winter. Turning the soil these last few weeks, sometimes I got so light-headed I thought I would faint.
I hadn’t been able to talk to Rico about these things before, and I couldn’t bring myself to do it now. Have you even met your oldest brother?
I asked.
He was here once when I was little, but I don’t remember him.
If he doesn’t even know you, why would he give you the coyote money?
Because I asked him for it. I wrote to him. I told him I wanted to work, that I’d help clean the swimming pools, wash cars, do anything.
How could you write to him? How did you know where to write?
I found a letter from him, to my parents. They never showed it to me. I found it in a chest at home.
Why didn’t you tell me?
I didn’t even get the money until last week. There was no time to tell you. And now I have to go, and go soon.
Why is that?
Haven’t you heard? The Americans are talking about letting everybody work legally—everybody who is already there. But you have to get across now, as soon as you can. Once you’re a legal worker, it’s only a matter of time before they change the law some more, and allow you to become a citizen. That’s what everyone thinks is going to happen.
Rico, I just don’t see how you’re going to tell your parents.
I didn’t say I was,
he snapped. I would if I could, Victor! But if I tell them, they won’t let me go—you know that. ’Mano, they’ll never forgive me for doing this, but I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t.
You can’t leave like a thief in the night, without their blessing.
I won’t have to go in the night. My parents are going into Silao tomorrow on the morning bus. I’ll take the afternoon bus.
I bit my tongue to hold back words that should never be spoken between friends.
Do you think this is easy for me?
Rico said. My heart is breaking.
Don’t go, then. You still have time to reconsider.
Believe me, that’s all I’ve been doing. This is my chance! You should be happy for me!
I’m afraid for you.
Victor, you are my best friend. After I leave, I want you to tell my parents.
Me? How can I?
You’ll be able to say that you didn’t know, that I didn’t tell you either, not until the last minute.
What if it doesn’t work out about the swimming pools?
I’ll work in the fields, whatever it takes.
You hate working in the fields!
A silence grew between us as I thought about Rico’s parents, and the danger. To my surprise, my friend began sobbing.
My childhood had ended when my father died, when I left the village school and began to work in the fields. Rico’s ended when this idea had taken root in his mind.
Rico wiped away the tears and said, I’m going.
I reached for my friend and embraced him. If he had to stay home against his will, he was going to be like a lion in a cage. I tried to speak but found it impossible.
I will miss you,
I finally managed. Very much.
Ask my parents to forgive me, Victor.
I will. Will I ever see you again, Rico?
Who can say? Whatever happens, you’ll always be my brother, even if you are a turtle.
Through the sting of my own tears, I said farewell. Travel well, my brother.
3
Trouble of My Own
LOS ÁRBOLES IS AN out-of-the-way place surrounded by mountains. From the village, it’s a walk of a mile to reach the back road that runs between Guanajuato, the beautiful city of old churches, and Silao, the not-so-beautiful city of auto plants. Silao is closer, and that’s where people from the village go to shop. Los Árboles has only one small store for things like candy, sodas, and lottery tickets. This Saturday morning, there were many people walking the dirt track through the fields to catch the bus.
Hoping to avoid Rico’s parents, I kept my eyes on my shovel work. There was still a chance Rico would change his mind, and I would not have to tell them the news that would break their hearts. Keep working, I told myself. Think only about the crop you’ll soon be planting.
The only answer I knew to the falling price of corn was to plant more corn. In addition to my family’s plot, I was tilling two pieces of ground long gone to weeds. They didn’t belong to us, but that was okay. Most of the fields lay fallow, abandoned by men working in El Norte or by families who had left for the cities—usually Querétaro or Mexico City.
I knew why Señor Rivera was going into Silao, but I couldn’t guess what would take Rico’s mother away with her son home for the weekend, unless it was shopping for the makings of a special dinner for him.
It was impossible to think of Rico’s parents without remembering their kindness. Ten years before, when my father knocked on their door, the Riveras opened it to complete strangers. The rain forest of Chiapas, close by the Guatemala border, was where we actually were from, a land of monkeys and parrots, giant snakes and jaguars, poverty and violence. My parents had been caught up in the struggle of the poor to grow crops on land that belonged